Sunday Muse --- Decisions
I am alone
It's where I want to be
Alone in the world
A world where
I've not found
A place for me
I am dressed for party
But there's not
A party for me
People are there
People I don't want to see
I want to be
Alone tonight
I was a boy
A fair boy
A boy who wanted
He wanted to be a girl
So now he's trying
To see how it goes
Shoulders bare
Nails painted red
Hair coarse and
fairly straight
Feathered Easter hat
Borrowed for the night
Shoes, flats that don't fit
Party was for me not
Tomorrow night
A hippie girl I'll try
Hair is long enough
Jeans with holes or
Cutoffs strings and holes
Sleeveless shirt to wear
Painted toenails
Match my fingers
Then I won't be alone
I'll find my old crowd
The part that stays
They're sitting on
Loading docks for
trucks during the day
They'll take me in
Won't care if
I be boy or girl
I hope
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked for top picture with Carrie Van Horn at Sunday Muse #153, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/03/sunday-muse-153.html?m=1
- Bottom picture I used before, "Those Hippie Days", https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2019/05/mini-challeng-poem.html?m=1
Labels: Artistic Interpretations, Poem, prose poem, The Sunday Muse, women
posted by Jim @ 3/27/2021 11:09:00 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
A wonderment where this image transported you, Jim!
Your muse and the image took you on quite a journey Jim. A creative and heartfelt poem that is definitely thought provoking.
A time to be free, to be. Wonderful creative take on the photo.
Thanks for taking us to the amazing journey to take place. Love the character you portrayed. Beautiful.
Wonderful write to where the photo took you. Happy Sunday Jim
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much love
Beautiful! This has the hopeful sadness of a ballad.
What a treat to see one of Lisa's paintings ... I have an original. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, the story, the journey.
Many shifts in this poem, man to woman, alone at the beginning and together with friends at the end. Everything here is in transit or transition, the final destination unknown. I really really like the fluidity.
Trying to find a place to belong in life can be quite the journey.
I like where this took you, Jim. A lot of seekers out there trying to find somewhere where they belong.
Amazingly real depiction of those old hippie days, Jim! Many were shocked the way dresses went then, complete with round rimmed glasses. Now to be way out is apparently more acceptable.
Hank
What a wonderful poetic journey the image carried you on. Love it!
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