Such a fool you are (Prose – Part 1)

throw it my way
the curve ball ~ the unexpected
uncertainty as it leaves your hand
unsure which direction it will take
precariously balanced as if chance governs
a number on the dice rolled across the green
will luck come my way, or do you feel the
lucky one

yet the numbers will not seal your fate
my mouth will
you haven’t heard my phone calls
hand covering the receiver with whispers
that aren’t heard, oblivious to my late night yoga
hell ~ all the classes were running late
how misled are you

so give it your best shot, I itch for the
moment you release me
so I can give you details that shall
make your blood run cold

©jmtacken 19/11/2013

PS – If anyone can tell me how to get the bottom right hand photo of my mug off – please do – I didn’t expect to have this 2nd one pop up!!

What is it all about? nonsense number 3

writing
constant
sit tight
late night
long days
sunrise

and what should be written
passion/hate/melancholy/happiness??
words for me but for yOu
no hiding from the world
scraps of yellowed paper
journal scribblings
waste bin piled hiGH
love/sadness/death/remorse??

who understands the
couplets/depth – breadth/sonnets??
necessary? uNeccesary?
the world sees now they are my
Judge & Jury

thoughts fumble
words tumble
p
o
u
r
onto the page for
me for you for both??

what enjoyment is their had
meanderings of an unknown
what do YOU seek
when you rEad

soft words HARD words
something
inBetween

must it make sense
thought process
must it stand alone
who cares?
must it pull EmoTion
from your core

leave you puzzled

as to what I meant
do You nEEd to understand

I only know I MuSt
I know not
what’s acceptable/what isn’t
required/needed/held in high esteem
sent to trash bin sight unseen

for a writer and their mUse
meet mine – she’s on your left
we come here every night
4
our need is great
SHE shares her soul and digs dEEp into mine
clawing her way through

I write for that is what I know
feel
lust
crave
control
it iS mE