On the first of April, that foolish folly day, I will have written everyday for one whole year. 365 days. WAWhooo. I intended to gather some of my writings and make a small book of my poetry. Do any of you remember liking any in particular? If you have the time, might you take a quick peruse and jog your memory? I welcome help. thanks so much.
The quiet doesn’t move the mobile
It hangs there suspended in my stare
Will the cat’s play stir the air
Will my tapping here ripple up a storm
I think that I might give it an exhale
Maybe push it just so that it will move
In this still breath of my home
I think I’ll leave the room and come back
My stare must have wind to it
Rolling right out of my eyeballs
Cause the Orange circle and the crescent
have just started to move the whole sculpture
toward the west counter clockwise
pointing a metal finger right at me
A pause and now with nothing but a look see
It moves backwards holding the pose
of “There, are you happy now I moved?”
It hangs there suspended unmoving now
just like a few moments ago when the
storm from my eyes gave it a little smack
and it teased me to it’s slow, ever so slow
Rotation. Damn there it goes again.
I love sitting here, seeing the movement in my mind’s eye. Both the mobile and your writing delight.
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A moment well captured. Congratulations on your writing goal…you go girl!!!
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