I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while now. There have been at least a couple of things holding me back, one of which is that I didn’t know how to do it without the content being “Mature”. I can do it without being crude or crass, but due to the nature of the dream, I would not recommend those looking for a G or PG post continue.
Also, I don’t want Google or other search engines getting confused about my typical fare, thus the actual post is at a different blog.
She has deliveries to make.
She rounds the cubicle walls,
Her voice lilting
As she greets each person.
Sometimes by name,
Others with a hello,
Always with excitement;
Her enthusiasm is evident.
I consider plugging in my headphones
So I’ll not know when she arrives;
But no, I know what to expect.
I choose to leave the clutter on the desk.
She enters my domain,
Not a word is spoken.
Gingerly she holds the booklet
Between two fingers:
I am a leper,
My disease flaking from me;
The fibers of the booklet
A transmissive medium.
She must minimize her contact
With that filthy rag
Lest she contract
What I have.
So I seek the doctor’s couch
In the spinning iron ore
Spread throughout the globe;
I inquire to find the prognosis.
But the diagnosis accurate
Comes from the heart;
It is as I presumed:
I am not a leper.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
The whistle of a teapot
As the painter adds another spot.
The spillway with water flows
As the writer pens some prose.
Steam exudes from the dryer vent
While the poet works out what he meant
And what he said from what he intended,
For fear the meaning was upended.
But tonight well after dark,
This guy, he was a madman in the park:
Singing at the top of his lungs,
A full concert was sung.
He sang some old favorites, some new
In full pursuit of cathartic stew.
Twenty songs later, he left for home
Solely because his smartphone battery groaned.
Copyright © 2013 H.K. Longmore
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Tagged cathartic, communication, consequence, interpretation, introspection, misunderstanding, poem, relationships, resilience, self reflection
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