April 2, 2007
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A Very Special Day
April 2nd is a special day. It contains seeds of memory and laughter, delight and surprise. I could tell you why April 2nd is a wonderful day, but then that would spoil it all for everyone. The best thing about April 2nd is that no one knows until they trip over the gift. Keep your eyes and ears open today. Oh, and your heart as well. It will be a good thing.
Sigh - I have written a second poem. I know I said that it would only be one a week, but I got thinking ... I could marry this thought to that sentence and the next thing you know ... It's a bad precedent. I don't have the time or the inclination to write a poem every day. Do you know how many days there are in April? No way. I don't have time. I really don't. Stupid muse. Got me confused with someone else.
She Speaks
She says, "My third ex-husband" in soft tones,
a little hiccup of laughter to punctuate.
He was the for sure friend
who would help her make it work this time.
It didn't work.
Don't go down to the courthouse, sign papers,
wear the special dress you will never wear again.
Don't try to marry your life. Just be.
Be a woman apart with your own house and
your own closet. Don't try to figure out what to
make for dinner because that isn't what they want.
They want to sleep in your bed, fart
in your kitchen, and leave
their towels on the floor of your bathroom.
This is marriage to a man in the new millennium.
Love them like library books. Read them
cover to cover, devour every scene, and
sigh over all the tender parts. Then return
them to the airport for the next ex-wife
to pick up where you left off.
Comments (10)
Sure fire publication here dear one. I don't know if I should laugh, cry or send it to my daughter. Cheers
*shaking head and laughing*
I love tongue-in-cheek realistic poetry!
Those for sure and for always friends sure can let you down hard...been there, have the t-shirt and the poster.
I don't think she has you confused at all, your Muse. She whispers in your ear with promises of better things to come...
This one whispers to this reader of the same promise. There is always a wonderful story in your narrative poems. And a story behind the story that leaves me wanting MORE! Your Muse is a serious TEASE!
ok ... you got me ....... what gift should I be tripping over???
WOW poetry in the Xanga community is on fire today! I think I will do one for fun too.
I liked, but I think I'm offended! I am realitively certain I've never farted in the kitchen (mostly cause I never GO in the kitchen!!!)
Wow. Just wow. I love the poem.
RYC: I'll wave in your direction too! Have a safe trip!
The poem is one of not much faith in men. Who am I to talk I lost faith long ago. Judi
Library books are just library books and men are just men and cigars are just cigars - well sometimes. Oh, and shoes, long high heels are just shoes and beauty is in the eye of . . . well, you and e-six may be right on the target in your comments. Cheers.
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