Poem A Day

8 am

                Gonna try something new (remember how well “Evening Pages” went….). I’m going to try a Daily Poem instead of a dull daily report of my dull doings (though yesterday’s report was hardly dull!). And now I am going out to the sun room for just that purpose. And it is brrr chilly (or should I say “Cor, Nippy Noodles”?) out there.

So here goes (unedited as usual):

A tiny dynamo, all in black

Lives inside my belly

She hides a lot

But comes out when summoned

A feisty ball of fire,

But not quite that

Dare I say a Bitch?

Because she’s angry

And she’s fierce

And she can be violent.

She has an axe, she has a club

She can chop and bludgeon

Take down whatever it is

In my belly

That needs taking down.

Whatever it is

That’s tied my belly in a knot

That’s boxed me in

So I can’t breathe.

Whatever dense immovable block

Sits heavy in my core.

She’ll blast it away

She’ll slash and chop

Screaming banshee screams

To smash it all to hell.

When done
She’ll wipe her blade

Straighten her clothes

And slip away

‘til next time.

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