May I Stay?
After the poetry reading
everyone prepared
for their independent absquatulation,
with coffee in their bellies
and books of poems
in their hands.
Handshakes, hugs, and
complimentary laudations
were passed around
like drinks at last call for alcohol.
Those ambivalent moments
when the emotion of wanting to stay
gets trumped by the needs of the day
tell of our human dichotomy.
Back we go into the world
of confusion, confrontation,
and hate. The place we love
too much and too little.
Reading some Reading
might help.
Look both ways but write your poems and read them to the world.
Mind the gaps wherein common sense has flat collapsed.
Note: Peter Reading (27 July 1946 – 17 November 2011) was a strong-willed English poet. His verse is described as “anti-romantic, disenchanted, and usually satirical.” Glad I’m only labeled cantankerous.
My book of poems, “Any Way the Wind Blows” was launched yesterday.
For this weekend, it is available almost world-wide on Amazon at reduced prices.
Our Literary Journey 
A masterpiece Bill. Now absquatulate!
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You’ve captured well that feeling of not wanting something to end and having to go back into the everyday world.
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Thank you, Dale.
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Thanks so much for the book; I love it! I just finished rereading The Tao of Pooh and started rereading The Te of Piglet and your poems make me think of them. Especially like “Hey, Cat”
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I need to join your group so I don’t show as Anonymous! Ann
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You do need to. Thanks, Ann. Yes, Other readers have told me they liked “Hey Cat.” 🙂
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Good. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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