ANOTHER DAY
Another day Momma,
here I am in another day.
I thought your spirit would finally understand me.
I talk to you,
I talk to my cat.
You're everywhere,
all the time,
sitting on cushions,
not stirring the dust.
Lift me up or tuck me in,
just take me away from this dream of days.
Maya looms in my mythology,
you argued for a stricter God.
I woke in someone else's life,
where did my faces go?
Mom and Jesus,
please take a chance on me.
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18 comments:
oh goodness, beautiful!
Taking into account the time at which you posted this poem (assuming it wasn't pre-scheduled), you just had to get it out of your system, didn't you? And I understand you completely. This line is so thought-provoking:
'Maya looms in my mythology,
you argued for a stricter God.'
Many thanks. That was a very emotive piece.
Greetings from London.
Hi Muse-
Thank you so much for visiting!
Greetings to a Cuban-
I sort of did pre-program, but that's irrelevant..I can't tell time! Wrote this much earlier..truth is..when I write poetry it comes to me in a minute, I know not from where! It must be in there, words scrambling to get out...Thank you, always.
Hi Lyn,
This seems to be saying so many things. I'll take a chance on you too.
Hi Derrick-
Thank you..always hope others find what they must..and having YOU on my side is the best!!
Nice, very nice.
Hi Gerry-
Thank you...I appreciate your comment...
very poignant xxo
Hi Jeane-
Thank you..I find that I love to work through whatever it is I'm thinking..
as an artist, I know you know what I mean..
Oh, these mothers . . . they're worse than God with their trick of omnipresence.
Very nice poem!
Hi Vicki Lane-
That is an amazing comment..thank you!!
Agree with everyone else, Lyn, it got through to me!
Funny what you said about the words just coming out of nowhere; I awoke last night with just the words to put on a card for a dear friend I haven't seen in years who has just had an op for breast cancer. I got up and wrote furiously, then went back to bed. I knew that the words would have evaporated by morning and I also knew that I'd be kept awake, changing this, adding that...
Hi Alaine-
Thank you..
I am exactly like that too..I must put just a couple of words down, or else! Never remember..
I love this one, Lyn!
Hi CatLadyLarew-
Thank you for your kind words..
This made me sad. I can feel your ache through the words. Such a true sense of loss here.
Hi Deedee-
Thanks for your comment..what would we do without poetry?
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