I Am Tired Now

 I Am Tired Now

You may choose if you want to stay or not.
I am too exhausted to be too exact,
having dredged up the last euphemism
of kindness I can.
I welcome any gladiator that you bring in,

Moments of escape may be placed in staying.
I am a hamardryad seated on a bench
Did I mention this?
I am mostly gentle, if you leave me alone..
I have small rules, nothing carved in stone.

I am tired now. I won't dispute your terms.
My incentive is ready, my murmurings demure,
There is a squeak on the stairs.
where I can hear your decision.
There is a homing device, hidden in the kitchen.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

This read so nice to me,i read this many times,your words so elusive,maybe I will have to come again
Will you stay or not..I am so tired for sure,sprinkled all kindness I could
Any gladiator I welcome you to bring in..escape maybe where I stay
I am grounded to my bench,did i say ,i am so gentle if left alone
have some rules ,yet nothing carved in stones
but tired now if you leave me be I wont dispute..Incentive ready ,murmurings demure
Can hear a squeak on the stairs hear your decisions
felt so much things behind those words..lovely words
lovely write

[LJW]

Good God woman, you can write circles around most of us!!

The creak in the stairs line, oh how powerful and utterly unique.

The homing device in the kitchen, even more unique and more powerful!!

"They" always find a way back, don't they? Whether it be men we should probably leave alone or thoughts we should discourage from bombarding our minds or adult children who can't seem to get it together or
ways of behaving/living that no longer work or....

Highly relatable on many levels. I love your work. Have not read anything of yours that was not excellent. :-)

[SM Davis]

There is not a single word that I could add that those below me have not already said. Excellence...just pure excellence in this piece.

[Ken Simm.]

Superb warnings to the other with intentions that are not yours, obviously. Stunningly good.

[Ed Hart]

I've seen 'em like you afore... wild things, pretending to be one of us...hiding is that human skin. You must think you can't be recognized. But, I have to say, it's mighty sportin' of you to give them quiet warnings. I haven't made up my mind if I'm leaving or not, but I'll try to keep it on the quiet side. Say, you're not feeling romantic or anything, are you?

[W.k.kortas]

Heartbreaking and haunting, knowing look at how, when our center no longer holds and our forever assumptions no longer have a basis, we hesitantly, bumpily try to re-orient and re-invent ourselves as we move on (whether we want to or no.) The understatement of the piece simply adds to its power. It is as big as a house, big as the universe.