HOW I LOST MY MINDA Poem by Betty Hermeleea mystery....HOW I LOST MY MIND
I hustle along a busy street Mind congested to pen a poem Drink some latte at a local café The day drags with gloom, scattered showers Though I have radiant sun in my psyche
The café riddles with commotion and chatter Some gloomy faces at their laptops
I search for an empty table in the back corner Next to, a young woman who glances at me, then winks Startled, I moot whether to appreciate Meanwhile my brilliant concepts to write gradually fade
I seek another table yet not far enough from this strange woman still, she sparkles like a diamond ring I glance at her, she winks again
At once, my notions to scribe perish Too much perplexity It breaks my integral thought process Gone is the poetry I so crave to compose
Shall I engage with her? I am in disarray Soon I approach, request to sit with her She hands me a big smile We chat for moments I laugh all the while as never before
Suddenly she takes off with a smile and a wink And drops a piece of crumpled paper on the floor
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13 Reviews Added on August 7, 2022 Last Updated on August 7, 2022 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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