Hedone and I were emailing back and forth and the following came out of a glib comment that I made about resilience...I do love shit poetry:
Do not call me a rock
I am not a rock
rain and wind will not wear me down
I will not erode
or chip
a rock when struck
may splinter
parts of her may fall away
a rock
gives no comfort to the weary
she does not give under pressure
a rock is only strong until she is shattered
I am not a rock
Call me a trampoline
when you throw yourself upon me
I give
I respond
I return your energy
We will laugh together
until we are spent
You can dent me, but I will spring back
I am buoyant
resilient
strong
and then
lay upon me on an autumn night
and gaze up at the stars
and we will rest together
I am a trampoline
sfp
:)
ReplyDeleteso that's where the name of the new blog came from.
ReplyDelete@Sin -- smiles back -- in my head I read it as "I am a tramp-o-leeeeen"
ReplyDelete@Mick -- LOL -- actually it's from a previous blog posting on PS named "Dipping a Toe"
I really like your poetry.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
mouse
Thank you mouse -- I sometimes MUST write them down -- or they rattle about in my head.
ReplyDeleteMouse said, "I really like your poetry."
ReplyDeleteYeah, and she makes this stuff up on the fly...while doing other stuff! It just comes to her.
Color me impressed.
-H
LOL Hedone -- it's not always the way it happens -- but the really crappy ones keep tapping me on the shoulder going "mom mom mom mom mom mom mom"
ReplyDeleteuntil I write them down
sfp