"Oh Dear, Christopher Robin!"

Musings inward and outward lol

I've tinkered with these thoughts of mine.
"Morose" is seeping in.
Discouraged by this "Northwest Trek" of my life,
I've fallen victim to the blues.

My mother strokes her depression
with nimble fingers and measured breath.
I dive head-first without a care
and am left with nothing left.

Pull back on the reins a little, girl,
give your pace a try.
I struggle for a halting step
shovel back a weighted sigh.

Smile a little more my lovely,
tell yourself a lie.
The pretty things have all gone south,
the predictable things all die.

My rhythm is faulty.
Insipid is this verse of mine.
I'm twirking with the best of them,
I'm crossing every..line?

As I ramble like a leaky faucet,
as I flood the page with dying eyes.
My tears are laughter mixed and then
my smile--what gravity defies.

Have I made of mess of words?
Have I donned the dunce's cap?
I think I'll deem this little write,
a monu-"mental" mishap!

Reviews

[Gee]

Loved this. You purposely write this way others do it not realising. Like the humour,wit.
You ain't half bad at this m'dear......

[Chris]

Chuckling here... we need to laugh at our foibles and accept that we have them - that's what we as poets do.

K - the rhyming was cute and the word flow held its context. What touched me was the realness this one gave about ...you.

[Dawn]

Lol, thanks! :) I'm glad my personality came out in that...we all have skeletons in the closet or otherwise, thankfully I decided to show my humor and random thoughts and dress them accordingly.. we all need a little meat on our bones..;)

[Chris]

Our world is behind our eyes... and the sharing gives it reality.

[Dawn]

And the soul it plays charades ;)

[Chris]

Well that IS what souls do - ya know...

[Dawn]

Of course but I just like saying the word "charades" ~signed *tongue in cheeky*

[Chris]

That works...