.........You
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
into
the left side of my life
as if from the sky
p
l
o
p
I didn't want you but
p
l
o
p
you dropped
and you stopped
and stared in surprise
from those emerald bedroom eyes
you ask me why
it happened to you
well I don't know why
you landed on one such as I
maybe it was just
bad timing
I like you -
I think you're fine
even quite sweet
but I'm immune to
the kind of love you seek
I don't know why
you dropped at my feet
perhaps you should take aim
the next time you drop
p
l
o
p
from the sky
Written in haste and jiggled at leisure for The Daily Prompt #Plop
©Jane Paterson Basil
VERY creative! 😀
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It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the word Plop. I had to make it visual to distract readers from its unkind content…
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I like PLOP 🙂
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The word? It makes me think of what happened to my friend Karen a couple of weeks ago when a seagull flew overhead…
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LOL !!!! I hope her mouth was closed 🙂
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Haha. Yes, but it was a horrific experience. She had no choice but to take the afternoon off work and go home for a shower – on the bus, because she’d left her car home. She reeked of rotting fish.
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Oh dear – poor thing. I bet she had lots of room around her in the bus !
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Very embarrassing…
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Its nice. I had read somewhere that souls choose the parents to be born to. Was that your idea too or did I misread it?
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It’s about a guy I know who’s developed a thing about me, but it could equally be about choosing a rubbish mother …
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Did you write this cause you feel bad for him? Or for you? Do you think that if one day in your pursuit of happiness you’ll actually manage to catch it? I don’t think I would know what that feels like, or how to write from that state of joy. My writing springs from darkness.
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I feel bad for him, though maybe not as bad as I should.
Too many things have been broken for me to ever feel fully happy, but I expect that’s the case for most of us. I have two older daughters and five grandchildren who give me joy; I have my poetry; my friends on and offline, and various lesser pursuits.
I think the fulfilment that comes from writing is more important than deep contentment could ever be.
I only wish that my two younger children were well.
Through your knowledge of darkness, you have the ability to show others how to illuminate their lives – but if you don’t take that path, it won’t mean that you’ve failed. It’s your path.
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I’ve felt this way before and you described it perfectly ❤️
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Thank you. It’s lovely to get a response from someone who knows what I’m talking about 🙂
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