Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Never Know If Today Is the Last Day

Word play, captures me, takes me hostage, 
Keeps me enthralled, Entranced, fascinated
Intrigued as nothing else can today 
Obsessively manipulated by this passion 
I am hopelessly at her mercy. Giving up other things, 
Rebuking people, Held in willing exile by word play 

She wakes me up with a line in my head. 
At two or three many mornings. 
Keeps me alive, not fully in this world, 
But rather in a linguistic realm, where I could escape

I smile, knowing my personalities and proclivities. 
When I stop playing with these squiggles and dots
I will walk away, cold turkey, wiping my sandals off 
Never to pick a pen or a pencil up again. 
Will it be soon? 
That's the beauty of it.
I never know
until that day.

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M. L. Kiser November 27, 2018 at 9:56 PM No, you can not have a last day; you must keep writing...it's you, in your blood, your passion, our need. Caren Krutsinger November 27, 2018 at 10:15 PM I had given it up for nigh onto 40 years, but I am BACK until I get bored with it. When that happens, I disappear pretty much.

Rhona Mcferran November 24, 2018 at 1:35 PM Nooooo!! I love your poetry MUCH too much!!! I hope you have years of poetic inspiration yet to come! ;) Caren Krutsinger November 24, 2018 at 1:46 PM Thank you my friend. I am enjoying it a bunch right now, this minute, and my friends truly keep me doing it.

Charles Messina November 24, 2018 at 7:40 AM Yes, one never does know that answer. But hopefully not too soon for you, me, and everyone else. Nicely done Caren...Charlie Caren Krutsinger November 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM Thank you Charlie. I always like to throw mortality into a poem if possible, it helps keep things lively.