Writing

My suitor calls but I let the phone ring For after all I am writing It’s not his fault I have a hobby it seems I do wonder if he will understand To me poetry is like pottery in hand And my inner demons demand I dance We all have some Yin and Yang No one of us is the very same With surges of urges to teal tame I am a romantic yet I ponder Am I fit to be his girl wonder For my muse is one of thunder I don’t know but yet I grow To find enlightenment I hope Perhaps this gap will close Writing is for me a turquoise thing I can engage stage a dream For my hand he must be understanding.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 2/4/2024 6:28:00 PM

Not everyone will love your poems. The question is does he love you. XOXO My hubby: I don’t get it…yawn…Lol…and yet I listen to his endless business dealings LOL… HUgs from a poet that knows it! :)

Karen Jones
Date: 2/4/2024 8:00:00 PM

lol at your hubby not getting it. And it is a fair question once more quality time has been spent with the new guy. lol the ex loves me but is the perfect example of it takes more than love from each to make it work in my experience. Thanks for a giggle Kim!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/4/2024 3:50:00 PM

I really relate to this one. My hubbie hates me always writing or doing Soup comments. He wants my attention like a baby dog or something. I hope you are able to find lots of moments for your writing.

Karen Jones
Date: 2/4/2024 4:54:00 PM

Thanks Andrea it is nice to be understood! Hope you find time as well but it is a juggle it seems!

Charles Messina

Date: 2/3/2024 7:28:00 PM

We as poets are like a fine wine, we get better with age (lol) Keep writing away, Karen.

Karen Jones
Date: 2/4/2024 4:51:00 PM

Thanks Charles, will do!

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/3/2024 12:57:00 AM

Ahh!! I enjoyed reading this one. When writing starts late in life, it can cause problems in a relationship because of the change in the person. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K

Karen Jones
Date: 2/3/2024 1:40:00 AM

Thanks for sharing Sara

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 1/31/2024 7:07:00 PM

The world must understand that everyone plays second fiddle to our muse.

Karen Jones
Date: 2/1/2024 1:57:00 AM

Yes you understand Jerry!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/31/2024 6:16:00 PM

Would he complain were you a violinist? Of course not. Writers are 'chopped liver," I guess...

Karen Jones
Date: 2/1/2024 1:55:00 AM

lol yep

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 1/31/2024 3:30:00 PM

a delightful read about writing...I loved the line 'my muse is one of thunder.' Mine is most of the time. I especially liked the next to the last verse....I think we all hope to find enlightenment in our words and thoughts. Well done, enjoy your evening, Sara

Karen Jones
Date: 1/31/2024 5:07:00 PM

Thank you for your kind insightful comment and enjoy your eve as well.

Silent One

Date: 1/31/2024 11:36:00 AM

To me poetry is like pottery in hand And my inner demons demand I dance.. i love that line... great poem Karen..

Karen Jones
Date: 1/31/2024 2:35:00 PM

You are kind to say Silent One. Thanks

Joyce Faure

Date: 1/31/2024 10:33:00 AM

Enjoyed very much!

Karen Jones
Date: 1/31/2024 2:34:00 PM

Thanks Joyce!