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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "hesitate/hesitation/hesitant".
I Do Not Hesitate
ReplyDeleteA new box fan still in a box
The birthday camelia
Four faux silk pillows
A small white ceramic statue
Of a Hindu god or goddess
(It's hard to tell what with no
Discernable sex characteristics)
Three new sky blue cotton bath towels
Saved for guests
(How careful women plan)
These are the small gifts your sister gave me
Until your mother intervened
Took back the towels and the pillows
To donate to abused women
Or women who had no home
I saw which way the wind was blowing
How since her daughter was dead
Why should someone else's daughter thrive
Profit in her eyes
Be happy walk about
Have a pretty home with smart accessories
Be greedy with life and breath
I could understand that
Still
I did not hesitate
When she left the room
To slip into your bathroom
Nick the Chanel #5 perfume
Which you always let me borrow
When we went out to dance
When we were younger
Seeking boyfriends
Good looking hard working men
Who we might turn into husbands
Still
You would have shaken your head
Rolled your eyes
The brown iris shining
Your left eyebrow arching
Don't save it
You'd tell me
It's not just for special occassions
I'd never let you have it
If I were alive
**For my best friend, Pam Franko, died at age 52
Catherine Powers
May 24, 2013
Copyright 2013
She Who Hesitates
ReplyDeleteI'd always assumed
that the feeling at that moment --
that moment of standing at the edge
looking into the abyss,
talking myself into taking the next step
knowing that, when it was all over,
when it was behind me,
I'd wonder why I'd waited --
was universal.
That everyone felt it --
in interviews
famous actors admit
that they still feel it
someone wrote that when you don't,
it's time to hang it up --
and that it somehow,
maybe, makes you better --
"A little bit of anxiousness
helps you play better, IMO.
Gives you a little bit of an edge.
Anybody who isn't excited to get up there
shouldn't be doing it, again IMO." --
that may or may not be true.
I'm reluctant to say anything
too final.
- Mike Fedel
May, 2013