A couple of days ago I had an interesting phone call from one of my WoR companions. Though we live in different parts of the same state we were both snowed in and couldn’t get to work. Wink Wink.
Over the past ten months we have followed most of what each other has said on this site and keep in good contact. He’s a smart dude that never fails to get my attention. He called to asked me point blank a very simple question:
“Earlybird, after reading a number of your recent posts and poems I’m left wanting to ask you a question. What is it you want?” That led into a long warm conversation on a winter’s storm day.
Now, that seems like an easy to answer question, right? Well, I have found it impossible to scribble it down for anyone to read. I’ve got all kinds of justification for not doing so, too busy, got a poem to write, I’ll do it later, it’s not important, who cares, what’s the use, you pick it I’ve got all kinds of invalid reasons.
Is it okay to want, what we want? If so, why is it so hard to ask for it? Are you willing to put it out there and ask?
My first want I solicited with tearless screams
Mother’s milk my main desire. Worked too
For each time she brought me to her bosom
Ahhh how effortlessly I’d ask for my needs
“Hey dad it’s a warm day - come out to play”
He’d do it too, for no other reason, just for me.
When did I learn to shield and mislead. Shelving
My wants that once upon a time were okay?
Edited by earlybird (11/25/10 10:59 AM)
Balanced (My goal)
There is symmetry