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Going On Nine Months

sipping pinot grigio '09 soothing raindrops of beethoven's ninth washing away the dust of my day tv on, watching my mudville nine - two outs in the bottom of the ninth, mighty casey struts up to the plate nine muses sip their own fickle wine come, dance under my oak tree once more I want to dream in color again

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Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 6/17/2021 6:50:00 AM

It's been longer for me, John, but I've kept writing and posting a bit despite, out of a promise to my sister. I'm still waiting for the lightning to strike, but you know, by forcing myself in the midst of this promise, (that I wish I hadn't made), I look back and see some really good stuff, that didn't FEEL like good stuff at the time. I doubt the lightning will EVER strike again, (I feel ... empty), but maybe that's the wrong impetus anyway ... so I listen ... for the still, small voice. ;o)

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 6/16/2021 6:47:00 PM

Sorry I had not commented earlier, this is quite a clever way to use '9', I don't watch a lot of baseball (my sport is football!) but I can feel the nostalgia in this, love your final line too!

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/13/2021 4:46:00 AM

Hi John, this almost sounds like a dream you had. I have missed you Mr John Watts, and your limericks are way out and great, but I do miss your old poetry and the comments we gave to one another. This poem sure shows your poetic skills, hope I hear from you soon - have just come of of hospital, having had a major procedure. Hugs and blessings! Jennifer.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 6/2/2021 2:14:00 AM

This poem tells that your muse is still strong, John, lovely:)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/23/2021 3:56:00 PM

the title kind of alludes to pregnancy. haha. Just kidding!!

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 10:25:00 AM

Yes, that thought occurred to me as well, haha! I was referring to my lack of a muse for almost nine months.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/23/2021 3:55:00 PM

I just happened to think "is John writing yet?" and I came and found this latest poem. Love this, John. I sure miss our chats in the good old lazy days when we had more time!!

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 10:26:00 AM

Thanks for the visit, dear friend. I wrote it for the contest but missed getting it in by a few hours.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/23/2021 11:30:00 AM

I so enjoyed this whimsical poem John. May your muse be inspired to coax more from your talented pen. I have missed you. Love, Connie xxoo

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 10:27:00 AM

Thank you dear Connie. I hope my busy schedule calms down again so I can do more reading and writing. So nice of you to visit ~ John

Kenneth Cheney

Date: 5/19/2021 6:58:00 AM

I'm in. Wine, Beethoven, baseball, and dancing under the oaks. Life is good.

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 9:51:00 AM

Thanks for the read and kind comment, Kenneth. Hope you are well.

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 5/19/2021 5:39:00 AM

Wonderful write. God bless you always. Love, Gina

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 9:52:00 AM

Thank you, Gina. Blessings to you as well ~ John

L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/18/2021 9:33:00 AM

Fine writing, John. I really enjoyed your musings. Sounded like a quiet evening before the TV watching a game.

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 9:52:00 AM

Thanks Milton, I really appreciate that ~ John

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/18/2021 8:13:00 AM

Well im definitely with you on the first stanza John. Hope you're well and good luck in the contest. Tom

John Watt
Date: 5/24/2021 9:49:00 AM

Thank you Tom. Actually baseball is more of a beer sport, but Beethoven goes with any beverage, haha.