A lady
in a meditation group,
her long hair plaited like rope,
with a cabin boy smile and
40 year old pirate’s eyes
said ’The one trouble with
meditation is I fall
fast asleep’.
She produced a stale air-bed,
puffed it loudly, added a
sheet, a pillow, polka dot
duvet, plumped her cloudy craft,
yawned, de-robed, boarded up and
pulled away.
cat like
ReplyDeletethis is good stuff.
ReplyDeleteVery well written. Really enjoyed this write =)
ReplyDeleteGreat meter, rhythm, narrative, images; insightful and funny, thank you :-)
ReplyDeleteYep, great images :)
ReplyDeleteHehehe, I have encountered such persons at meditation sessions so I do not doubt the existence of this one.
ReplyDeleteA nice, straightforward rhythm here.
Good one. Particularly liked, "… plumped her cloudy craft …".
ReplyDeleteSometimes I read and don't look inside the lines this time I took time and really enjoyed this..Many thanks . j.
ReplyDeleteits a cute poem
ReplyDeleteLike this one so eccentric.
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteI like this.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I really like this. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteLove it :-) thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI agree!
Delete"Polka dot duvet." Perfect!
ReplyDeletei will put a like on it. it is funny and more funny.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem: what one might call a Max Planck, eh?
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Thanks for sharing
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