Frustration

words, locked inside
I try to shake them loose
like a child with a rattle

the stupid little ball is
stuck, like gum on the
bottom of your shoe

so I drag it across the surface
like a polar bear does its prey
yet all I see are ghostly images

I run it across my tongue
thinking that I can coax it
to come to life

those damn ghosts still
haunt me, taunting me
with the echos of my thoughts

I grab my lighter
thinking that I can torture it
force it to my will

and yet it still resists me
and now those ghosts
are laughing at my efforts

so I give in, tossing the object
of my frustration over my shoulder
and head for the keyboard

Who’s laughing now?

A little about me…

I write poetry for me. I like to watch movies, good ones, bad ones, any genre. I listen to every type of music out there, and like 99.9% of it. Drum lines rock. I get lost in a really good book and am always reading something. My literary taste is as varied as my musical. I love to listen to gossip, but if you ask me to keep a secret, I’ll take it to my grave. I played the saxophone for years, but I can’t sight read music worth a hoot. I appreciate a dry sense of humor. I play chess. I sing along to the radio, and am pretty good at it. I am one of the most down-to-earth, matter-of-fact dreamers you will ever know. If you ask me a question, and I ask you if you really want to know the answer, you probably don’t. I believe in fairies, ghosts, and things that go bump in the night. I like to cuss, even though I could tell you the same thing much more eloquently if I really wanted to. I like to plant things and watch them grow. Fresh ripe tomatoes smell like sunshine. I think everyone should read at least one classic novel. I am everything you think I am, nothing you expect, and always more than you could ever imagine.

I will be posting poetry, my random adventures, thoughts and observations about life, and anything else my random self … Look a squirrel!!! … Finds interesting… I can only hope you find it so as well.

I bid you peace ~Dee