Friday, September 12, 2008

How did THIS happen?

Sometimes happiness arrives unnoticed.
It sneaks up on you while your mind
is elsewhere. It comes in
disguise, as a song or a touch.
This time, it came as a dare.
I wasn’t afraid. I said that.
I’m not scared, I said. And
gave my credentials for wrecklessness.

I’m not. I’m not scared. I’m dazed,
perhaps, but as happy as any
good girl could be. I don’t question.
I cradle this joy that to others
would seem a changeling,
a monstrous creature delivered at night
by a clever demon, and left in place
of a safe and boring life.

I’m not scared. Surprised maybe,
But not scared. I write my poems,
I follow my orders, await commands
and try to please. My eyes glaze over,
my mind floats free, the words
come fast, my body follows.
All I need is two words: good girl.
I submit. And my life is complete.

3 comments:

Paul said...

Oatmeal Girl, I enjoy what you write, thank you.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Greenwoman said...

Lovely poem as usual...

It felt very uplifting to read. I was smiling at the end.

oatmeal girl said...

Thank you, both of you. I'm writing more poetry now - deliberately, not just because my stream of consciousness style falls into poetic line breaks.

My Svengali doesn't forbid stories, but they haven't been coming to mind. I'm not sure why... but poetry it is. However, while I write for myself, and now for him, I'm a bit of an attention slut, as I have admitted before, and do hope that I'm not driving people away with this shift in format and shift in tone.

I'm an evolving creation. I hope you'll all be patient.