Minority Myself

Minority Myself

a minority myself

I encountered

a poet

who mattered

with a body of

uncompromised

writing

images juxtaposed

lovely and risky

free of literary despair

a minority myself

I long to make

comparable

statements

be shackled by the

sheen of relevance

write words

                plentiful

                inimical

                astute

                sparse

                affecting

                earnest

to devastate

to altercate

to overwhelm

to equivocate

to enunciate

to augment

a minority myself

I swing for the fences

scrawling

what happens

with a temperate pen

with an authorial ego

with an anorexic heart

for me first

then for you

convinced I belong with

my contemporaries

and in your conscious

**

Day two where I should be fully focused on writing but I picked up a bit of a bug or something and ended up in bed at 8:30pm last night.  I have Zumba class tonight so I am making every effort to settle my stomach and drum up some energy.  I don't like to miss it, the session only started last week and I paid for it.  I am hoping after my soup and some something from a kettle I'll feel more like myself.  The goal is to make it through the work day and Zumba.  Fingers crossed.

Along with my story scribbles and looking forward to Word On the Street this coming weekend, I penned the above poem.  A wee Tuesday offering.  Is it Friday yet?

In propinquity,

Nic