My cat Willow is so secure that she is practically spook-proof but every once in awhile she will begin to exhibit alarm over something, and, if I can catch that moment and say to her, "Scarwy" she calms right down. Acknowledging and validating her trepidation seems to negate her tension. It is with this in mind that I jump aboard The Poetry Bus for the first time. This week's host is
Argent, author of Delusions of Adequacy, and her prompts were to write something funny, i.e., "Excursion to the Comedy Store," or to write about unrequited love, i.e., "Tunnel (of unrequited) Love" - or a combination of both if desired. The Poetry Bus is sponsored by
Totalfeekineejit, who lists in his sidebar the Poetry Bus Global Tour Dates. That is about all I know right now about The Poetry Bus, except I selected the unrequited love idea and .......this is a verwy scarwy ride for me!
Adam, my song
Adam, my song -
The verse of our youth
is a deep hum inside me
an
I-remember-I-will-remember-I-will-
always-remember-we-were-so-
young-and-I-long-ago-
forgave-you-
sound
You gave your children rhyming names,
a refrain repeated five times, and once
you called me at Christmas
with the chorus of their
carols ringing in the
background.
In the background since some have
said to me
if only . . ., I nodded in
time to the music that danced
between them and the
spouse - appreciating
the beat of their
discontent.
I may grow old dreaming of you,
Adam, my song - singing a
diminished melody until
I hush my song
and the hum
becomes
nothing
but
Om.
~by MLM Lydia ©
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