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Oddly Comforting
Sleeve tugs from yesterday
Beg me not to start
with today's neverending
footlifting and footresting
opening and shutting
kvetching and cavorting
Maybe, instead
I'll buy a pretty Spring
dress that hides the
excess flesh my worry
has fed me
Maybe, instead
I will refrain from
responsibilities
play hookie from
this day that blechh
blithely dealt me
The men in the
booth behind us
speak of old menly
things with their
brute and old spice
recently splashed
on their faces
They remind
me to laugh
at the ridiculousness
of my rant
their just out of
the shower hair
and nearing
octogenarian skin
oddly comforting
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Boy did you ever nail this one! I guess the kvetching really is all relative! ☼
Posted by: RJ Clarken | April 01, 2011 at 11:14 AM
Julie, this is wonderful and I love this part,
"Maybe, instead
I'll buy a pretty Spring
dress that hides the
excess flesh my worry
has fed me"
Nice start to this month, I'll be looking for you.
Posted by: pamelasayers | April 01, 2011 at 11:14 AM
I love your words - some interesting ones among them to a Brit!
Posted by: vivienne Blake | April 01, 2011 at 11:59 AM
Love the powerful wording!
Happy Napowrimo!!
Posted by: andy sewina | April 01, 2011 at 04:36 PM
Any poetic inclusion of any form of "kvetch" is cool with me. Well done.
Posted by: Ron. | April 01, 2011 at 04:49 PM
"They remind / me to laugh / at the ridiculousness / of my rant" - I like these lines, which sums up the feeling of this poem so well. And a message which we all need from time to time.
Posted by: Mr. Walker | April 01, 2011 at 06:21 PM
"This day that blechh blithely dealt me..." What a great line. Stream of consciousness, and also conscious of your surroundings, of other folks whose paths cross yours for a moment. My rants sometimes end here, chortling at myself!Q
Here's mine; I'm PADing at Writer's Island:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/the-man-who-became-an-island/
Peace, Amy
Posted by: Sharp Little Pencil | April 01, 2011 at 09:43 PM
Wonderful poem. So expressive!
Posted by: Madeleine Begun Kane | April 04, 2011 at 01:38 AM