going to try counting poems,
thoughts, things....

one....singular...seperate
     alone......
but are we really
.......in my head....there are
so many other voices...alive
and dead....providing...insight
.....opinion......pathways....
derisi­on....
they are all up there in the penut gallery...generations
back......family friends...people i read about in a book...peoples....whose book i read....oprah and the self help gang.....that dude on utube...and the talking cat.....
all in there...waiting with baited breath...all with two cents or more..sometime a whole dollar, even if it is a day late...
my own personal cheersquad,muppet show
critics, have a go,quit while your ahead, be a hero, your nothing but a zero, live life till your dead, don't run with scissors, take a break,c'mon get happy
all this and more...rolling
round my head...like abag of loose marbles....
so not.... one....singular...seperate
           alone.....

more ..... many ..... lots
               legion

             vying for
15minutes on the throne

That night the mother heaved,
what was inside her was ready to emerge.
The day was gloomy, the skies were dark.
Lightening was cracking,
flashes of light here and there.
Deafening thunder that shock the house.
The mother was worried, what will become of this last born.
Just like in unison with the weather, sharp pains ran through her, sign that the young visitor was ready to come.
In less than 15minutes, another flower was added into the banquet.
Her smile like ray of sunshine,
as if to confirm,
the storm subsided,
the heavens cleared.
She looks a sweet flower, let her be named Alice