I Never Planned for Fading

Art by Karin Gustafson 

Perched on my toadstool throne

I contemplate my realm

of weeds and rodents.

I had petitioned the gods

for a crown, a purple robe and

to rule an ice cream summer kingdom.

Oh, the curse of dreams that

only see with water color eyes.

I never planned for fading.

I was told my golden road was a carrot

selfish could never reach…There’s

no magic in a tongue of sticks and stones.

Blame is hard grain to chew,

so I self medicate with tears

poured from my violin.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

The perfect accompaniment to self pity is Aase's Death from Peer Gynt Suite No. 1. I've had one or two pity parties lately. I think making myself the cry baby in my own poem is cathartic. Nothing goes well with whine except..perhaps..of course..humor.

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