i like to eat almonds,
something new. i like to collect,
Rocks, always have. i enjoy finding Peace,
in my old home, my first one [alone with my mom]
a trailer the size of Barbie’s house;
you know the one from 1972?
yeah, that one. i found Comfort,
in the next one, it was fancy – had a fireplace,
and a vaulted ceiling in the living room.
i tend to fall asleep, while watching murder –
mysteries, i have an obsession with serial killers,
not because i like them – i used to fear i was one,
only because i did not understand my brain.
i ate canned spinach once,
it slithered down my throat and i almost gagged.
i felt nothing like Popeye.
i talk to cows whenever i see them,
they understand me –
i know they do and sometimes they do say, Moo.
i was silly once, i wrote a poem yesterday or a 100 years-ago,
i cannot truly recall, but my toes are painted hot pink –
not because i like it because my little girl does.
i read The Raven at least a thousand times,
probably more, i ask the crows how they feel about it,
when they come around – they caw, that’s all. i read,
“An Invisible Sign of My Own” like it was the bible –
it kind of was for me at the time. i see the virtual You’s
in color, it would probably be different in person –
in person i would be awkward and stumble over my words,
and would say things like, “Oh, my GOSH, I love your shoes!”
or parachute pants if you happened to be wearing some.
i ate some almonds that was new;
i can’t stand nuts except a few – now.
i can eat cashews, but they are not exactly a nut,
i dislike peanut butter very much,
but i do love that my little girl’s toes,
match the hot pink mess that blare upon mine.
a dragonfly, came by and nodded with approval –
yesterday around 2:00 pm.
I tried to come up with some sort of “List” type of poem, but my mind is racing with tons of thoughts. I decided to write out a list of my thoughts in a matter of five minutes and this is what I got!
I am enjoying the prompt from dVerse today. I was fascinated with all of the creativity that I read and plan on reading more once my day settles. Thank you Victoria for sharing a poetry style I did not know about and for this great prompt!
ewww…the thought of canned spinach slithering down my throat about made me gag…ha…you thought you were a serial killer…what an interesting list…smiled at the cows understanding you….
Canned spinach, ewwww! I know Brian, it made me sort of gag again when I wrote it. Ha ha ha I only thought I was a serial killer because I could not figure out why I was so obsessed with wanting to understand why they did such horrendous things. I quickly dismissed the thought because I will not even kill spiders or any sort of creature. I capture them and take them back outside. 🙂
I thought I was a narcissist at one time too?? I am not. Cows rule! hee hee
i took a course through the FBI on crime scene analysis and serial killers…pretty intense and real stuff, so i understand the fascination a bit…smiles…i too try to take care of the little animals…
Wow, Brian I bet that was an intense emotional and mental course! I thought about going in a direction of becoming a homicide detective or investigator at one point in my life, but I find myself overcome with too much emotion for victims, it can cause me to shutdown or ruminate over their pain. Big reg flag that it was not something that I could handle. That is why I have to limit my murder mysteries when I am in a highly anxious or emotional sensitive state. I did not understand all of that about myself before. These are new self-discoveries. 🙂
I can’t eat almonds, nor peanuts, nor pistachios and similar and don’t even get me started on spinach. My son refuses to even try anything I dont take a spoon of first and I cringe when it is spinach.
I used to watch a lot of murder mysteries also, for similar reasons, now I don’t have those channels anymore available. I also used to hug people on the street who would happen to wear same shoes like me 🙂
It was nice getting to know more about you through this poem 🙂
Oloriel, we have so many things in common! 🙂
This year is the first year that I have tried almonds again. I decided to give almond butter a try and liked it very much so I opted to try the actual almond again. I used to have a “gag” reaction just at the sight of nuts. My mom loves them so it was awful growing up with them around! I still cannot handle the smell of coconut very well either. Cashews I started eating when I was pregnant with my twins, eight years ago, before that I barely touched them. I need more protein in my diet so I am trying, but I do not think I can do more than the almonds and cashews I still have a texture issue with them.
Wow, a lot of info for you! Ha ha ha Canned spinach is blah! I do like fresh spinach, my one son has similar texture issues with food as I do so our diets are not all that diverse. 🙂
You are a cow whisperer!!
Yes, the cow whisperer!! Lol! Awesome!
I really like the almost stream of conciousness that held together enough that I could follow along with your thoughts. There were so many bright spots lkike the Barbie house and loved the bright pink toenails that somehow brings it all together.>KB
Thank you KB!
I was hoping it would somehow flow together and create a feel of what my chaotic, but connecting thoughts felt like in the moment. 🙂
Really this is a wonderfully amazing list of thoughts to have in a short period of time! I actually really enjoyed the stream of consciousness! Nice to meet you!
Hi Mary! Nice to meet you too and thank you!
I really like how different this post was set up.
Shows your diversity, which is a quality about your writing that I am very envious of.
Thank you Shackled! Love your new blog face. 🙂 I think we are equally envious of each other’s talents! I am always inspired to dig deeper when I read your work.
okay, those parachute pants, I don’t know what they are: are they pants you jump into, or out of?
Check out these trousers! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parachute_pants Ha ha ha I think many people are trying to jump out of them if they happened to be wearing them these days. 🙂
This is a wonderful flow of stream of consciousness which, for me, works so well as a poetic device. I enjoyed it so much. Next time try balsamic vinegar with that spinach. Lots of it.
Thank you Victoria! I hoped it would come out in a poetic stream and not just a jumbled mess of words. 🙂 I am not sure balsamic vinegar can even help canned spinach, but if I encounter it ever again I will be dousing it with tons of it. Lol!
Nice to get to know you more! I have hot pink toes too…lol Ewww canned spinach! We will look like Popeye from “Insanity!” lol
Yay, more hot pink toes! 🙂 It’s true I am getting some Popeye muscles, it is funny because I just noticed them yesterday. My legs and arms are starting to feel like steel. Ha ha ha
and we can rule the world with our toes and muscles mawahahaha!! 😉
now the world is in trouble! they don’t want the pink “daddy” toe pointed at them!
Mind explodes and lives lovely live
Boom! Blast! Mind explosion. 🙂