348–Planet Poetry

i neglect this old friend such
a long run of poetic days
two other blogs steal my
time as well as learning to
twitter myself silly checking
to see if anyone in our cyberspace
world wants to hear what i have
to say, so much more response than
here on the lonely planet poetry
yet i can’t stay away long the pull
like a thousand horses harnessed
grabbing at my fingers my heart’s
mind my lips opening to say
i love you but i’m an old woman
often angry at the state of affairs
preferring admittedly love affairs
but spending a lot of time whining
i think of Shakespeare’s “Now is the
winter of our discontent,” as if he knew
of this time in my life and the world
as if his words followed us to 2010
and perhaps he knew the heart of this cranky
old woman who also lives by his other words:
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
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