Poetry For People / My Stuff

May 3, 2009 at 12:11 am (My Stuff, Poetry for People) (, , , , )

I have a diary!

In fact, I have several. As I was going through my drawers, (still cleaning out–getting  those pictures organized), I found all these notebooks that I had been writing in. Actually, one, looks like an official diary. It has a rich, brown, leather cover with a strap and snap button on top, with thick, vanilla, lined paper inside. It’s nice and I don’t remember getting it, but my daughter wants to have it badly.

At any rate, I must have used it for something because there were some things written, and one thing that I thought was pretty good.

So here it is, posted just as I wrosted (That was a deliberate misspell)  No title, as usual:

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And now I must go to bed

and dream of wild men.

And in the morning I am going to

put curls in my hair.

I didn’t know how the story ended.

Middle of the bed

Middle of the balcony

In a huge apartment

On the floor;

I will bet that you can’t remember

even half of it.

If you would dance with me

If you would lay with me

There was rain and we had rain

There was a jungle that you ran through

You were always chasing me

in the dark.

I could never get away.


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