Sammi’s Weekender (histrionics)


Demonstrative was what Mom said,
but no one ever called me histrionic.
A sober adult, some said automaton,
a stoic robot.

One who cared,
but cared not to show it.
I wonder now though
about this thing with Carlin.
I’m unsure if I’m that good,
or that bad.


Look both ways into emotions and dispassionate objectivity.
Mind the ever-present gaps for stumbling blocks.

 

7 thoughts on “Sammi’s Weekender (histrionics)

  1. I thought I had commented on this poem a couple of days ago Bill, something to the effect, that good poemin’, like this, allows the reader to fill in their own back story. And I also commented on the Harvest song poem…and even left a link to a song… Van Morrison’s Moondance. Then again, I could just be too old to be on the Web. Anyway, really enjoyed both. Thanks

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  2. I like this a lot, Bill, although I don’t understand the reference to ‘Carlin’.
    In Scots a carlin is an old hag, or a witch, but I don’t think that’s what is meant here.

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    1. That refers to George Carlin, the caustic US comedian. My daughter compares me to him, but I lack the wit and humor, in my opinion. I am however, still a fan long after his death.

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