silliness strikes me… at the oddest times
like funerals and weddings
really…it’s an affliction…
a social handicap…
I’m in recovery…
except yesterday in a coffee shop
too much caffeine struck…
two muses drinking mocha cappuccino
yes…they were real muses
…one was mine…
sitting on a sofa behind me
wearing street clothes
them…not the sofa
(awful…I know it)
and I was their topic
yes…I knew it…
of course, I listened
I’m not dense…
though I admit to being
perhaps… maybe… paranoid
suspicious…in a trendy way
“She uses ellipsis.”
(like I was taking drugs)
“Well…it’s been there for years…
reappears like locusts.”
“She says it’s where her poems breathe.”
“Then she must be hyperventilating.”
“Does she pass out much?”
“No…just her poetry gets wispy.”
“Lack of inspiration?”
“No…that’s the trouble.”
I sighed…do that a lot.
Bonnie Marshall
Photo Credit: Trent Redmann
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Bonnie this was a fun poem to read. >KB
Glad to know that.)
I think the other muse was mine … xxoo
Could very well have been! )
no … that’s just too unbelievable … muses … in a coffee shop … talking … to each other … drinking mocha cappuccino??? … that’s just too much … they’ll be talking exclamations and ampersands soon …
Stranger things have happened…especially when they drink more cups of coffee. )
Ah…these self-absorbed artists 🙂
Absolutely…some are just better at it. )
I like the conversational approach. A soliloquy to an audience of many.
I appreciate your encouragement, Erik, especially since you are so accomplished with that approach.
“She uses ellipsis.”
I know… the cursed ellipsis… bane of editors… 🙂
Why? )
I think it’s because it’s how they’re taught.
Right. Know the rules so you can break the rules. )