forbidden ewes

dinner with friends
wine, shrimp, salad
lime dressing
relaxing atmosphere
home early, trains on time
for a change
check mail, short story had no plot
no characters, just large lines of ideas
to be enlarged one day into a novel
(can I play with a short story first?)
then there came, unexpected
the no ewe prompt, silly beasts
followed by an inane slice-of-life poem
the lambs will soon be ready for Easter
colored eggs and chocolate too
friends have already been invited
several days down the road
my life is filled with sketches
never-ending moments of doing
undoing, redoing and learning
endless words to be aligned
after shrimp cocktails and red wine
train rides too quick
for I never have time to think ahead
how tonight's verse will end
it matters little
the act of creating is the only importance
beginning, middle, end
is proper order so important?
she was right -
my stories never have action
instead simple slices-of-life pie
quickly digested with friends
smiling and giggling
imagining easily a world
with no ewes, silly beasts
cooked or galloping free
inebriated on red wine





forbidden ewes
2 april, 2006
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