Tuesday, April 29, 2014
What am I waiting for?
|Curiosity did not kill the cat|
Lightning
pierced through the sky
& like the curiously bold alley cat
I stood midst the storm, &___
visualized myself as a conductor
beckoning to be struck
& pierced
just as the sky, but___
nothing happened, even though
I waited patiently
& have been
for some time___.
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Is the cat still dead, though? If not curiosity, was it boredom from waiting so long?
ReplyDeleteHah hm___ trying to figure out the best way to answer this one. I do not generally experience boredom. Total workaholic, so my mind is constantly multitasking. The true reasoning behind this little poem is actually a long gruesome story where I was at the edge of death for many years. I have developed this 'silly' notion that I would like to be no more than a speck w/in a nebula or some thing along those lines. Being no more than a grain of sand to irritated the oyster to produce the pearl etc. Haha pretty sure this explanation makes no sense hahaha I apologize.
DeleteNo worries. You should see some of my nonsensical ramblings. Poetry doubly so. Seriously packed-in with personal meanings. Hard to unpack for anyone else.
ReplyDeleteI would be happy to read your work. Just link me.
Deleteworking on getting it back online.
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