This week at the pub sees the return of Joe! If you haven’t yet had the opportunity to get to know this awesome spirit, I urge you this week to give him a visit. Coach Joe Hesch has kept me in this poetry game more times than I can mention, and I owe him HUGE for his support and inspiration.
As a matter of fact, I owe you all. After last weeks pity party and so many kind and thoughtful comments that had me in tears…I am happy to say you’ve lead me to a better place. Without this community, I have to wonder if I’d even still be writing…
So, my dearest Poets…when ever the real world has you doubting your purpose, your efforts, your words…know you can count on the fantastic dVersePoets to help get you through. We are indeed community and here’s to another fantastic OpenLinkNight where we get to show the world just how strong we really are.
I’ve often wondered about them girls.
You know the ones,
lips red like cherries,
fingernails long as a jungle cats
and pantyhose bought from catalogs…
Mama tells me to look away
whenever we have to venture to the city
and the market where we
get to sell pumpkins by the ocean.
well, he tells me the same
but I see him sneaking looks
eyes as big as saucers.
I know Mama’s never looked
quite that shiny.
You can hear them laughing
as they smoke their cigarettes
leaning up against lamp posts
with furs wrapped round their necks
and high heels with peep toes
just like movie stars…
Mama gives me a slap when I say that
and gives Daddy one of her
I told you so looks
but they do…and I always wanted to be a movie star.
I know that my old hand me downs
from a sister long ago married off
will never get me noticed.
And no amount of money
will ever change where I’m from.
One day though…I think
as I pile another pumpkin into the bin.
One day I’ll be there with them
and when I send Mama and Daddy their share
then they’ll understand.
And Mama will never have to look at Daddy that way everagain.