Would anyone mind if I tossed in a piece of poetry now and then? If I shared a bit of that cloud that occasionally comes by and snags on the corner of my mind?
I suppose no one will object. My only regular visitor is my husband … and I MAKE him read my posts, the poor guy. He hates poetry, however, so I risk losing my only reader.
But the thing is, I’m feeling a need to blurt out poetic things, and when that occurs for a writer, it’s useless to stifle the words. Risking losing one’s only reader is hardly a deterrent to a mind set on throwing down a gauntlet of words.
In the absence of any immediate discouragement, I shall therefore consider the subject closed, and I, the winner of the argument. Whoo hoo! I win! Bar Keep — Poetry for the house!
Don’t worry, you won’t understand it any more than I will. Plus, this poetry of which I speak is still unwritten. I’m simply asking permission of the Universe and the Great Internets beforehand.
Plus, I’m hoping some simple poetry will be less taxing on my screaming wrists.
(P.S. Credit for the lovely cloud picture goes to FreeFoto.com)