You would think.
Today I decided to write first and then check out Linda G Hills prompt for soCs and find a place for the word prompt in my poem. Feeling ungoverned..
She has got the whole world in the grasp of both hands.
You would think she would be parading about with a long procession of New Orlean’s bands.
She has got a future so bright, it sets off her aura .
You would think this would be enough to satisfy her disorder.
She truly has it all.
Master of her destiny.
You would think she would be concerned with the ones who see the best in her shabby malarky.
Rave reviews flying about her in great swirls.
Promises of a journey that makes every oyster want to be that part of a string of precious pearls.
She has got a future signed ,sealed and she has promised to deliver.
You would think one would satisfy her yearning for a sense of hedonistic pleasure.
You would think the world should have tamed her – no phoenix bird rising from the ashes to see here.
Yet, you see she is hungry , trapped , ogled at and even lustier.
There she goes strutting about like she has it made.
What goes through her mind would probably make her appear better suited to a romp with the Marqui de sade
There is a darkness in her that can’t be expelled
I suspect she has tried to,
but she is constantly compelled.
Driven , fierce, ambitious and demanding to be heard.
She is that raven , gnawing at its cage with ideas of Freedom that can only come from the smartest bird.
When will she feel her soul dripping in honey?
She knows it is not about the money.
She can make a difference -she has already stoked fury from her silenced foes.
Look at her!
How she always comes up smelling of Roses?!
She always comes up the winner in the race of life’s woes.
Pleasure her and watch her laugh – she will make you seem like the only light in her dark.
You will feel her undivided attention and you will feel you have been counted and made your mark.
She is conflicted
Mystified by her own maledictions.
She still thinks about singing out her unpatriotic defections.
Twinkle Twinkle little star.
She is what she is,
as much as you are who you are.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “long.” Use the word “long,” any definition. Enjoy!
Posted on 2016-07-01, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Write to create and tagged Creativity, Emotions, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, GO THORUGH ALL OF THESE, Perseverence, stream of consciousness writing, The art of Happiness, THIS IS LIFE, Thoughts, Write to create. Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.