May day, grey day
Cold day, old day of dreams
Spring day, ring day
of the bell to begin day.
Of taking out the trash bin
of shedding the snakeskin
of clearing out the cupboard, standing on the diving board,
of plunging into this.
Poetry day, writing day,
fighting day, fighting with laziness, with stress, with excess
with trying to impress
Is the reader then the writer?
The biter, the biter bitten, smitten
Unwritten with the delete button?
And the buttonhole, the keyhole, the porthole?
Ready for the button? Don’t push it. Stroke it and look, a surprise!
A woman – to sympathize, energize, capsize, to recognize and fantazise
and at last, to burst into a swarm of dragonflies before your tired eyes.
Love your play of words.