that's okay

pieces of home float by my psyche

on a day when even the cotton candy clouds

are not sweet enough for me

i reach beyond the fringe

looking for....not sure what....waldo perhaps?

maybe for the poem that will explain it all

finally i realize

the neutrons and atoms of unfinished dreams 

are the invisible threads that sew me together 

just like popeye - i yam who i yam

and really, that's okay

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love this! I find that your attitude is a great inspiration for others who have not yet developed the life habit of being who they are (without apology) in their writing, plagued by self-doubts, etc. In my trajectory, when I tried to write in a way that would be widely acceptable, I wasn't interesting to anyone. Then I realized I'm too weird to have a mass appeal, so I just started having fun without thinking about whatever the response, if any. More people are interested in my writing when I am just my uninhibited self. This is true in the broader sense of life, as well, which is the message your spirited poem gets across with spunk (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Yea, I have been accused of being "spunky" before! LOL I can not be anyone but the person I am...always have been this way. It has turned some people off, but those who are my friends know they can always get honesty from me. Thanks so much, Margie. I appreciate your reviews. Love that icon by the way. Have a happy Halloween! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are reaching that understanding, and didn't even need a can of spinach...just your pen.
I have been doing this for 40 years and still can't seem to write the poem that even gets close to explaining who i am, why i write...or why i have a sweet tooth for cotton candy clouds and leaves falling in autumn.
great write, dear friend.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Good thing I didn't need that can of spinach. Canned spinach is gross! LOL thanks so much for the review, Jacob. Lydi**