A plump, tie-dyed lady converses with herself
without a care (who hears) & sometimes
scatters herself with nonsensical sing-song
just for the simple hell of it
her thoughts are diagramed in anagrams
& multiples of three, she believes perfection
is derived from obsessive division
if she could drink herself back to 1985 she would,
that was when white lines on the road
were more than white lines on the road,
twelve-packs rounded her yoga-placed hips
as her thumbs brought Mario to new heights,
she was invincible, convinced there was time
left to grow up, that her purpose would surface
on its own & that old age would arrange itself
in comfortable folds around her shoulders
with friends & family at fingertip reach-
snug, secure... safe
but not to be for time marched
smack into winds of change,
into turbulence that altered shape,
blurred vision to shaded gray
via slow hisses & big bangs,
spun her into spirals
of purple-alone & unknown,
left her to dangle & dry
now it’s an hour over hour, day-by-day thing,
it’s about where to go or if to go,
& she thinks maybe it’s about being still
in order to know what to do -
answers could come in a zing
or a soft whisper
& she should be there
ah, this was not the plan -
but then she had no strategy to start with
other than to have no plan
she pastes herself with patience
casts the prickles of blame to flame,
& waits, eager-hungry for a new way
Author notes
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Wow! Brilliant. I love this piece. Such great imagery and the way your piece flows from stanza to stanza and it works so well. This is life, this is the good, the bad, the indifferent... it's like being tossed in the dryer with an angry cat... so good.
smack into winds of change,
into turbulence that altered shape,
blurred vision to shaded gray
via slow hisses & big bangs,
Just brilliant writing. I haven't read your work in awhile and I need to read more. Great job.
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bravo, i just love every word you write its so fresh
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I loved it. You don't need no criticism. You don't need to revise it. Its perfect the way it is. Your wonderful at writing poetry. Two thumbs on that one. Keep going on your awesome poetry. Beautiful.
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beautiful glimpse into youthful expectations and real world experience of ageing - really liked the image of old age arranging itself in comfortable folds around her shoulders with friends & family at fingertip reach-
snug, secure... safe
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Awesome, deep,beautiful words to explain even how I feel, time is precious and hope days ahead would offer the same. Excellent. Blessings.
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...And you haven't lost your touch at all, Brenda. Your writing is as marvelous as wonderful, and intriguing. I haven't written much in a very long time, so I am glad to read your words again. An excellent piece, my dear. Hugs, Patricia
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wow this was an awesome piece of poetry! An awesome message and just amazing!! I loved every word! Amazing write!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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Reactivity was the plan. There was no proactivity. I like the speed of S4. There is little punctuation to slow down time as she's suddenly confronted with her "no plan" plan. Good job. I can relate to this very well. Long story.
Paul
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Dammmmmmmnnnnn! This was amazing, beyond my ability to describe how much I enjoyed it and felt it get into my skin, my heart. Truly masterful - just masterful...
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Ah, welcome back, this wasn't the plan, oh my, just how many people globally could relate to this raw piece of poetry. A captivating write, you portray a wistful, whimsical, freestyle child of the universe who went where the wind blew her, I like that she sometimes sings songs that are nonsensical just for the hell of it, it denotes that though time has been both kind and unkind the spirit is not completely quashed but liberated by creativity, by vibrations, aswell as by yearning to drink back to 1985, let's drink to it instead and indeed to today and all the days ahead
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Hola!
Yes it has been too long in between
However you have found a new maturity
which means the see again is even better.
" L o v e d your writing again today.
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"to have no plan"
I hear ya, LadyU. Me, too. It seemed survival was busy makin' 'em for me, instead. I agree with Floorboards. I rarely see a posting from you on my list, but I am on so rarely, & so many on my favorites post 10 a day... 
I'm glad I caught this one, anyway. My list titles say it all...Keep writing, Sweetie. We'll all catch up with ya one of these days. Sighhh... 
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y'all haven't been missin' my postin's
this is the first poem since february me thinks not writin' much lately...
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Nice!
Time does go by when we are having fun doesn't it. An interetsing and soul-bearing write, indeed. All of us have regrets as we let time slip away! Well written!
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I see why you're on my favourites list, but can't see why I don't comment more on your poems, maybe I don't see them, maybe you rarely write, maybe I don't know what i'm on about. Great poem.
Floorboards.
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