This Makes Sense Only to Me

Their worlds and words are a part

of my days and my nights and my

in-betweens. They talk to me while

I cook,

watch TV,

drive, and sleep. They give me

scenes and dialog and dilemmas; joy and sorrow and

horror. They give me

the impossible, and task me to make it plausible. At least

enjoyable.

There’s Aggie and her mason jar, and

Rosemary’s wish, the one she won’t

take back. Then there’s

the woman who runs over the not-quite-a-man, in a town

on the edge

of forever. And crusty Queenie, who

never did much right, who

never thought it quite necessary, who

might manage to do some good.

There’s Yvonne and Jacob, back in 1949,

Bonnie-Jane and Hannelore, in 1985. And still,

in stories written and always calling, Nell and Ledanora,

Mabel and Frankie and Tracy. Back and back, to

Ethen and Zihariel, Linhare and Wait. There are

warriors and queens who knock on my skull–Remember us?

I do. I do. How can I forget? You were once

my everything. The foundation of

my everything. The beginning of

Everything.

If not another book gets published, I will

write and write and write. There will be

mutiny, otherwise. Inside my head. In

dreams and waking. I’ll walk about like a character

from Wonderland, quite mad and rather glad to be so. Better

than the knowing, the abandoning, the void of a well

left to dry.

I prefer the parade never end, a continuous loop, of

characters and places already known, and those

slipping the red-ropes to join in, unannounced but

always welcome, to dance their dances and sing their songs, to

tell their tales and ask for my assistance in

ditching the parade for

broader horizons.

 

 

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Filed under poetry, Writing is Life

10 responses to “This Makes Sense Only to Me

  1. Oh, let the parade march it’s way to pages and pages forever! Hugs!🥰🥰

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  2. Elizabeth Young

    And you can have a secondary career as a poet!

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  3. Actually it makes sense to me too! 😊 I know some of those people, though not as well as you. Thank you for all your wonderful stories. Never stop writing!

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  4. I think some of us understand 🙂 We may not know all of your friends that speak to you in the shower, lol, but we know our own that sneak up on us doing mundane everyday things, and glad that they do.

    Happy 2019 and here’s to great stories, more writing and lots of visits while driving. ❤

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  5. You’re so clever! It makes some sense to me, too 🙂

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