Poetry Anyone?

Like every Deep Thinker, when I'm feeling blue I take out my journal, a pen, and then swallow a couple of my legally prescribed medications. Whoops! I meant to say "and then I write." Silly Me!!! Writing is liberating, as every Deep Thinker knows.

While everyone doesn't love poetry or understand its nuances, please bear with me and allow me share some of my innermost feelings via the cathartic magic of words-and don't be upset if you don't "get it" at first-it's just the nature of poetry-it takes most people years to cultivate a true appreciation:

There once was a gal named B-Down
Who's smile turned into a frown
So she popped a good med
Which worked great for her head
And that frown just turned right upside down

Thanks. I like to think that Emily Dickinson has a soulmate in Cyberpace.

Wait a minute....Back Up!!! I just sounded like a Lesbian (Not that there's anything wrong with that...thank-you Seinfeld) But Emily's DEAD and I like guys. MAN-these meds kick butt REALLY fast.

So let me try again:

A second ago I was blue
But suddenly life is brand new
Saying Emily's name
Doesn't make me the same
As the poet who loved Gertrude or Sue

Whew! I'm headed to the local truckstop immediately! My kids need ONE active straight parent, so I need to do my part.

And remind me not to Deep Think anymore-it always gets me into trouble.
But am I a poet or what????