"Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee" ... Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster
A grinning October moon bore witness to the quickness of desires
coiling soul-skin-insistent in a woman-girl and her own, Bobby McGee.
Two souls, just met ~ Bobby roamed, she lived in her parent's home ~
Stars winked, Venus blinked - they broke into an empty apartment. They
loved in tender-blending, soulful ways,'til the apartment had enough and
sun slices implied leaving time. Knowing she was a someday-conformer
and him, a free-faller, her heart burned when she learned he wanted more
time. He was her hippy-love fantasy, but she questioned herself - should
she pocket the forever-memory and climb out the still opened window?
Categories:
conformer, deep, desire, emotions, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Wearing my best dress,
Stirring tea with a fine spoon,
I will mind my manners well
And be a success.
Tonight I adore the moon
While my disappointments swell.
Everyone will smile
A proper sociable grin
And ask about each other.
All will speak awhile
About how great time has been
And who is now a mother.
We used to wear jeans
And disdain the grown-up ways.
We sought out different lives.
Now it surely seems
Reaching our own grown-up days
Reveals us as standard wives.
Teenage malcontent
Seeks a newer, better world
Than what modern adults view.
Seems teenage time spent
Grows a woman from the girl
Who conforms to ways held true.
Categories:
conformer, emotions, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
I break everything I touch;
At first seemingly simple-
But soon too much,
For my games are so nimble.
My feelings out of reach-
always too far to touch.
And not made known through speech;
I am an observer-
I keep my distance;
I am not a conformer-
And at times lack resistance.
I speak my words carefully,
I am a reformer-
And I shall go about it tastefully,
Though always be straightforward.
If you paid slight attention,
You'd notice need for a contravention;
Morality has gone astray-
Long Lost in comprehension;
I hold true to mine today.
Why when we speak do we do so
condescendingly-
Instead of understandingly?
It's honestly trifling.
Although to late for prevention-
If nothing else, help ease the tension;
Perhaps we could find ourselves some
redemption.
For not only what we speak-
But also what we fail to mention.
Categories:
conformer, character
Form: Prose Poetry
I’ve a hole deep inside
I want to repair
Is there a person
With whom I can share?
I dream, I yearn
My mind scatters thoughts
In directions unplanned,
‘Till alignment is lost
I strive to be honest
And not wear my masks
Let people know ‘me’;
It’s a challenging task
There are times I’m not sure
Just ‘who’ I am
I’m such a conformer
My opinions, a sham
I seek solace for me
‘Tho elusive it stays
The ‘me’ I discover
Fashions new ways
I’ll show to others
My softer side
And trust they won’t hurt
My feelings – My pride!
Categories:
conformer, introspection,
Form: Rhyme