From now on,
I will only speak in poetry.
Once I have spoken,
if you require further explanation
you must wait for the next poem.
This is the only way
I can convey
the snarled web of contradictions
that beget
my intangible truth.
So let it be witnessed,
by all who stand
before me and beside me
in this infinite universe tonight,
that I have publicly declared
my unequivocal
Poetic
Dependence.
MedicatedLady attempted to speak only in poetry one day. Emails, comments, telephone calls. Some pretty good stuff came of that experiment.
That was one of those days, though, when she was UnMedicatedLady so I think the whole thing was an accident.
Cool poem.
Ha! “UnMedicatedLady.” Yeah, I’m much more “creative” when I’m unmedicated as well. But it doesn’t do much good to be creative and dead. So I figure I better stay medicated.
Gracias!
do you ever find yourself just sitting, waiting somewhere, and lines come to you? Poetry chases me everywhere… I like this one too!!!
Oh for sure. Sometimes poetry chases me. Sometimes I chase it. The former usually produces better work though. Thanks!
I love it. You are a brave and admirable woman…
Wow. Thank you. Those are strong words. It means a lot to me that you think that.
nice way to spend the life… i wonder when people around start throwing things at you
Ha!