May I just write and say
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Spindles and fragments of nonsense and truth
all woven together in a ball of truth so tightly in my hand
I am rocking the spirit of live and let live
until I don’t again
This day of reminders
of my Riff Raff and my youth
total nonsense in my head.
I was once all plump and pretty, in my prime
The Velveteen rabbit
a Nursery Rhyme
down the rabbit hole
now we slide feet first into real time
Adult that I am.
The Velveteen Rabbit was mine.
What do you know about the Nursery Rhyme?
I have noticed lately
I am all loved off..bones and buttons rubbed clean
reality is I am held by my lover in this dream.
Some poetry makes sense to but a few
I do believe I have one of those