I Better Not Sing It…

flutter in my head,
like silk ribbons on a breeze ~
and the child in me
smiles — squints;
while the big hand sneaks up on 12




& the doors swing open.

i pop
a peanut into my mouth,
at the bartender and
quickly unwrap
utterly gracious

time to fiddle
with my new toy ~ i
solve a puzzle, take
the Etch A Sketch or
challenge my mind
at Scrabble

(… maybe lose
the one or other hair
in the process)

& then
kick back at the bar ~
to dive
into words
that sing to me…
from far, far away.

… A bit silly, maybe ~ but oh, well… like you never feel silly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of your lungs. Heh.

Happy 100th, dVerse Poets Pub… I couldn’t be more grateful to be part of this amazing group.


39 thoughts on “I Better Not Sing It…

  1. haha…love it…and your embedded line…when you get dont with the etch a sketch i want a turn…appreciate you being here ma’am…lets spin some ribbons the little hand has hit 3 and the big 12…smiles.

  2. Someone once told me my writing was youthful..alive..ice-cream & candelight. I now say these words back to her. Do NOT say this is silly, because it isn’t- it is bright and breezy and all the above. If it be silly – then you write ‘silly’ extremely well πŸ™‚ xx

  3. Let’s sing it all together ~ Love the fun of diving into words ~ It’s been a pleasure to know and read your poems Miriam ~ Wishing you happy week ~ πŸ™‚

  4. …what fun Miriam… it reads as if you’re demonstrating completely your experiences & how / what you become upon joining the fun at the pub… i enjoyed this a lot… smiles…

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