There are times when we are overcome
I sing me song
in happiness, in kindness
I have known the promise
I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it
a beautiful old fired clay jar
over the years that I admired
a temporary statement
I’ve waited for a long time
hanging on words
as if they were living things
be watchful for signs
a good sign
Eventually it all ends up neatly arranged
on white plastic tables in a driveway.
.
.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
Gather them up in a red wheelbarrow and see what really matters
It is. I think that is not how it is for everyone. But, i am beginning to think that this is how it is suppose to be for me.
Nice. Well, it seems to me that I write posts, or my experience in writing them for the most part is similar. Maybe true for most writings from writers. That I don’t know what will come out on the screen until I’ve typed it out. For awhile I found that amazing, but now am used to it. Must be something of how you write your poetry and do your art as well.
:-)
Think I recognize a couple of those words … fun creativity.
and thank you for your commentPoem :-)
sunshine on a dreary day
is a pretty good plunk i would say
most stuff is for sale,
but thankfully
the eternal goods
are for free
free for us,
but not the Man
on the cross.
(thanks for your prose today, miss Davis)
I like how the lines are come together and make sense. My favorite part: “I have known the promise/I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it/a beautiful old fired clay jar. . .”
I think that’s what I’m doing when I buy pottery and any art–I’m buyin a promise of hope, inspiration, light-heartedness, sunshine on a dreary day. . .
i never know what will come out, i start on the first post on my google reader list and add a line as i go down the list. every once in awhile i move a line to a different place in the order. i’m always surprised at what appears. it’s just plain done for fun…
“I sing me song”
I recognize that line. Lovely use of it in a very different meter.