Good grief but this has been a fun but busy week. I'm tellin' ya...these poets meet and speak all the time and now I'm doing it, too. Monday night, Coffee Oasis. Wednesday 4 great guys featured at the Friendswood Library, Thursday night I read at Archway Gallery. This morning was the monthly meeting of Gulf Coast Poets and featured Sandy Stromberg, a friend who has taught me much and taught me more this morning. And tomorrow afternoon is critique group which I hope doesn't go on too long. Whew!
And I'm writing along and sending stuff to my two dear friends who are willing to read my shit and critique it.
And my birthday celebration just keeps going on as more gifts arrive. I live a charmed life. Here's a poem I'm working on:
I’ve never been this old before
but I do plan to be a little older tomorrow,
even older, maybe wiser next week.
In this morning’s shower
sliding rolling hills met my soapy rag
where parts once were perky.
Can’t say I miss them,
just not sure where they went.
A wrinkled old lady wrapped in crepey skin
leans out of the recliner
arm wings flapping
as she waves the remote
after Dancing With the Stars.
She sounds and looks familiar,
could that be me?
She looks as though
she could use some cake or chocolate
with a cup of tea.
Let the party begin.
Eat cake and celebrate
another rockin’ rollin’ year.