The Way She Asks
Sep 1st, 2009 | By Ron. Lavalette | Category: Poetry | 318 viewsI hear voices and sometimes
I tell her that I’m hearing them
and she says Nonsense, tells me
I’m singing to myself again.
She tells me that she’s never
known me otherwise,
loves me as I am, voices
no concern whatsoever.
She says I seem happy enough
most of the time, seem
sometimes ready for a jig or
sometimes, in the morning
–even before coffee—
she hears me singing out loud
out in the doughy kitchen,
hears me practicing lines, hears
me in my office clicking away
at the keyboard, singing.
Would you have it any other way
she asks. The way she asks
tells me she knows the answer.
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About Ron. Lavalette: (Sample published work at: Eggs Over Tokyo) Ron. started reading and writing poetry seriously in the late '60s, when a floral-necktied student teacher dumped a bunch of books on his desk, one of which was Ferlinghetti's A Coney Island of the Mind, which caused him to re-think his (conventional, public school-stunted) opinion of poetry. Later he got married, and later he got divorced. He lived for a while with a blackout Cuervo drinker. Fortunately, before the new millennium got underway, he met his true love, moved to Vermont, and started getting his stuff published. He's not quite dead yet. |
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like this.
pattie
Enjoyed Ron, thanks for letting me know. It’s pretty similar in some ways to the one you commented on of mine… smiles! Great minds think alike I suppose. Best of luck with your writing and publications!
Smiles!