This is Your Poem Talking

Here we go again. . .

close up of alligator head

Look, I’m not here to lecture you. If I was, you’d know. Then you’d think, not your wheelhouse, is it? And you’d be right. In lieu of a lecture, I have a proposition. What shall we eat, play, flay today? Sashay, maybe––or love, gut, burrow, swim?

I vote dance. Are you coming? Pray? Oh, I see. You are not going to do any of these, are you? Your face says it all: you’re going to stay right there, aren’t you? Until you figure out the poem.

Sigh. Not that you’re listening, but really? Of all the ways to be, you choose that one. And now you want to know what I mean.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

3 thoughts on “This is Your Poem Talking”

    1. You’re reminding me how I read somewhere that a horse whisperer will understand how and when the wild horse will willingly take to being saddled : )

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