A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Untitled-For Now

If you could only place each thing
In its proper place, she said to me,
There! You’d be all set for life
No doubt on that score- even or odd.

If you’d just chart the course
Before you set sail, he said,
There’s no way to get lost,
Even if you wanted to.

There’s always a way- always-
Sometimes the sidewinder way,
The flip-back step, or perhaps
The jog where you are.

Forward seems best, she reminded me.

Advice, aplenty.
Suggestions, sometimes scheming,
To see me get on with it.

Especially when I simply don’t.

I write, and don’t pigeon-hole.
No poetry for me, thank you.
Prosaic and evenness too glib
For a ‘tart’y me.

Still, I give you this. You try.
You’ll never give up too, I know.

How ’bout, I tell you
What patterns there are
In sheer chaos, kaleidoscope-like
The shifting of each particle-sheer energy.

And the journey I take
Shall be by the stars – age-old
And infinite, in their wisdom too
Steady or shifting- they call my gypsy heart.

Yes, forward does seem best,
But how I love to linger in the
Quiet, distant pools of yesterday!
Sigh, sometimes weep, but, feel,

Feel. So much. So very much.

I write. Not neatly.
No method to it.
Ramble, in strips, disjointed idioms
Excessive tautology. I write.

The hyphenated circumstances
That abet this nonsensical whim
To- write- the pages-all in random order
Reel it up, from middle to end and then the beginning…

Leave me clueless as to where it’s headed.

Where I’m headed, for that matter.

No wonder then, it remains, till when,

Untitled – for now.

13 April, 2015

Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo is seriously surrreal. I’ll let you figure this one, and then tell me about it 😀