SOMETHING READ

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JOURNAL#8

I must be misreading those slippery signals once again

that has to be the case

and the salt of my wounds have somehow slyly managed

to take away suspicion's bitter sweet taste

so many problems I turn over in my mind to learn

my fortunes from

I align my humor laced thoughts to the sounding board

of the all too willing one

I will not allow myself to be cheated out of perfectly

good fantasy material by one hastily made comment

but nor over such gleaming possibilities will I let myself

become all too pleasantly hell bent

early is the meanderer who speaks with an animated sales pitch

obviously idle is the woman who does not readily enough pick

up on this

yet, Idle I have never fully been

for no more than a lighthearted mental weekend

of all I have to say little of true and actual importance

really gets said

but rarely have I had such a fitting chance to write something

so appeasing that it will likely again get read.................

(written Nov. 8,1992 am)

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