Things You Don't Really Want To Know

First poem in series.

March 11, 2o1o / 2:32 am

This day is the
Equivalent of
Sunlight not flowing
Through stained glass.
And I am one
Year older.

If I could manage
The do's and do not's
I'd be the nouveau, you
Know, new wave castaway.

But as it stands
My p's and q's
Are in disarray.

And I am one
Year older.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The p's and q's seem never right even when you are old and gray. I like this poem. Age is just a number. Need to insure safe footing so when we try to escape we don't fall down. I like the ending also. a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[BjH]

the birthday blues have never been sung so low
very very sharp ending

new wave castaway
VERY CLEVER
like a dog with a telephone

b

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I love this , I sometime feel exactly, that way , the P's and Q's in disarray, very well done , i love your use of words here .

[Ms. Gruye]

new wave castaway....digital stowaway>>>am I sensing a Boosh reference?
Viva la

[Antonio Valentino]

First of all, just reverse the p's and q's and you should be fine there.

As far as the do's, and do not's, see above.

Happy Birthday Val, this poem lit up the room.
Antonio

[cest la vie]

The key word is you ARE..
you ARE here to be one year older. So throw away the stained glass, buy you a crystal clear one and let that sun shine on you dear girl.
It's there, just waiting for you..
This is a damn fine poem..

[Jeff Loquist]

I had a similar experience with age and words a few years ago. At this moment, as I read this, my youngest daughter is celebrating her birthday very far away. This makes me eternally sad. This made me think about that and for that reason and others I think this is wonderful.