Reach

Stretching, aching metaphorical
life. You weren't s'posed to be horrible.
You were s'posed to be 'mazing
tipsy without hazing...

So what happened?

Speak to me, sage
for I'm dying for that bit of wisdom
that my ancestors foraged
to skirt around goin' to prison.

ah...

stormy clouds
concrete mounds
towers, showers
may as well be clowns

in my choosiness
I laugh.

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Written by Nancy Jones on the tenth of August, 2011

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Don Johnson

August 12, 2011 at 5:21 AM

Towers n showers and stormy clouds, a smile is here with me allowed :) great babe, xo, Don

Carol Sunshine Brown

August 11, 2011 at 11:08 PM

I am stopping by this evening to thank you for your kind comments while the soup is up and running. I will never get caught up oh well that's life right? Have a wonderful evening Nancy. Love, Carol

James Foulk

August 11, 2011 at 3:36 PM

a well written and very creative write. thank you for commenting on Monroe Hotel. you know i don't try to write forms, it just messes me up, if it turns out to be a certain form, then find. If i would change the way i wrote Monroe Hotel, it could change the whole meaning, we put to much in to writing forms, just write a poem and enjoy yourself. I know you were just trying to help, but i am not a pro poet. I write to let others know what happend in the past and how i feel.

Carol Sunshine Brown

August 11, 2011 at 3:18 PM

It was a pleasure to read your very interesting writing today Nancy. Thank you for posting your poetry for us all to read and enjoy. Hoping you have a wonderful inspiration filled day. Love, Carol