To look at me, you might say
“Linear accountant type
No creativity, no way, ”
In spite of my sloth
My unorganized piles
My many hours
Swirled away reading
watching listening
Procrastinating
I am creating
Orchestrating
The symphony
Of my existence
Singing my survival
Play-writing my life
Screen-playing my dialogue
All on the cuff
Not complaining
It’s not all that rough
It’s rather a jolly hobby
It's more than enough.
More than a Sunday
It’s a month of them.
More than a sundae
It’s a banana split
With hot fudge dripping.
Sheila, I like hot fudge sundaes and I like your poem... very 'creative.' Brian
Liked this Sheila very much liked the end with ice cream etc it conjured the word rich in my mind was this your intention? Séamus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
playful transition from start to finish. great flow. enjoyable read. -Tailor B.