oh boy, started, stopped, forgotten, found, finished. it is what it is.
backdrop: 2 babies 20months apart/me/no car/diapers/etcetera... ; )
Following the vision in her head
she sees tumbling around--often enough to make her crazy--
She stumbles over reality
falls through the hole in her heart
and finds herself flying with a flock of flamingos
over South Florida, near Miami Shores.
All hell broke loose when she remembered she
forgot to begin the end of her life lessons in, The Exceptional Acceptions.
This caused her to climb curiously atop a storm cloud
sending the flock of flying flamingos into a tailspin, pirouetting pink,
as they had been dining on shrimp in the Ft Lauderdale Harbor, previously.
Feathers floating; sticking, pricking, cottonny clouds pregnant with water
and she sitting, stupified, atop it.
Bursting diluge, lightening, blazzing, zigzagging
Had she had a brain she would have fried it.
Instead, she found herself riding it!
That bolt took her to Everlasting.
Man! Hot streak Momma! Her hair was on FIRE!!
The smoke awoke something inside her-
Those senses, a spark, sizzling desire.
Listen to the singing of that choir! Thank God!
She knew full well, she wasn't in Hell!
Pink Flamingos all a twitter, flitter with glitter
while Angel wings now glimmer sparkling shimmer
Halos a bit off kilter, still offer a stunning site to see, you see
For it is I, it's me, the She of the her in, "in her head."
Only now I am dead. But, as I am reborn, it's a brand new morn.
Upon revision, I'll take such a vision, pink, with a wink.
No matter what else you may think, I know one thing for sure
Ft. Lauderdale, flamingos, and Miami Shores are all in South Florida.
Never say, I didn't warn ya!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-09-14 at 19:06
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