“Perhaps someday …”

Perhaps someday I’ll give in.
I’ll stop insisting I’m fine.
It’s not that bad.
No need to worry.

I’m the cowboy with the bullet
Wound who says, “Aw, it’s just
A scratch.”

Perhaps someday
They’ll stop saying
Cheer up,
Look at this gorgeous morning, and
Finally,
What’s the matter with you?

Perhaps someday I’ll give up feeling
Weak, foolish, immoral, fearful
Lazy, silly, petty, proud, vain
And burdensome.

But not yet. For now I’m still convinced
I can somehow stave off winter, win the
Footrace against the tidal wave
And rise out of the inhaling chasm
With a simple change of mind.

     (by and © Lida Bushloper)

[Note: Lida writes: “Procedure/Process:

1. Wait till all other projects are finished or in abeyance. Do not read the source material until then.

2. Print and read the source material. Read it again.

3. Wait. Accept initial thoughts/responses.

4. Read it again.

5. Purposely and consciously discard all immediate, knee-jerk, and automatically contrary and sarcastic responses. Allow other ideas to rise to consciousness.

6. Wait for a single word to emerge as dominant. The idea will form around this word.

7. Shape the idea. Have faith.

8. Stop.”]

Comments

[Ernesto Priego]

Just the procedure/process alone is a poem.

[Ernesto Priego]

(I mean it's a poem too.

[Daren L. Dillinger]

It was nice to read the above words . . . It was almost like I could hear her voice.

M. G. Dillinger

(Now -- Where did I put my machine gun?)