Crazy Rain, Blurred Vision, New Affection

Speak cheerfully,
Like your world’s not about to crumble
Grab that shy umbrella
Open it aggressively
Some days, weep

Angel with nervy wings speeds by
Reminds me to proceed with caution
I wake up, confident…

Like the morning’s something special
Because it is
And emotion is reckless art

Writing…
Out of one’s mind
And into someone else’s

Small ripples in a vast ocean
Flashy clouds presiding

 
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

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night after night

he was being a complete and utter arsehole to you

repeatedly . . .

and you knew it while it was happening

yet after he dumps you

you find yourself heartbroken

unable to go on

tear track marks forming

tears flowing

trudging their way down cheeks

stinging

singing evening arias

on wet stained pillow cases

night after night

night after night

you sit there

penning melancholy poems and lyrics

of loss

     of tragedy

to be played on raw catgut strings

so unfair

your thoughts bordering on madness at times

writing crazy stuff

not your style

your rage from helplessness

eating away at you

in half-starved intervals

alternated with sorrow . . .

you feel uneasy

crumble under the pen

crumple the words you’ve written

your face drawn and redrawn

sun shining

birds singing outdoors

a word of advice

instead of the image of he or she

imagine a dog’s arsehole

envision it in your mind

the wrinkles, the dot in the center

and you pining for it

night after night . . .

when you put it that way

it seems rather ridiculous

doesn’t it?

there are other fish in the sea

and you deserve a good one

by mary ann blinkhorn

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/08/3ww-cclxxxiv.html  The three words:  crumble, drawn, uneasy