My poet hubby’s latest poem is published in The Open Mouse today. The first time I read this one it made me laugh. Don’t we all enter into a realm of denial from time to time? It’s human nature to wrap ourselves in a bit of self-made cotton wool from time to time. But if we don’t face facts sooner or later, what happens to that fabric? The material becomes so constrictive we can never escape and are trapped! Pity then those who would make what can’t be denied into something profound. Coots are noisy. But are they really simple and harmless? I wouldn’t want to be bitten by one!
Well, I Never
A woman of a certain age
Resident in an uncertain Age
Of sociological and climate change
Watched a coot bathe in a pond
While she dwelled on how she’d changed
Since her school leaving days
And her recent cheerlessness had quite gone
Because she was wearing a particular outfit
That gave hints to her true inner character
If anyone had been looking
Which they hadn’t been
And when she passed on, years later
No one missed her
But she didn’t believe that would’ve been possible
Looking at that coot
Self-deception was panacea
Copyright © Joseph Robert 2014
Joseph Robert’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Decanto, Unlikely Stories, Dead Snakes, The Journal, Mistress Quickly’s Bed, Pyrokinection, The Commonline Journal, Mudjob, Spinozablue, Black Mirror, Message in a Bottle, Bluepepper, Eunoia Review, Inclement, Leaves of Ink and the Insert Coin Here anthology. His joint poetry chapbook with his…
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