Mag 36

In or Out

"Aw geez," he said.

And there went the marriage,

right out the window.

The door slammed shut

and the window looked out

over a ten story drop

(trees notwithstanding).

Standing there without 

nets in branches

No parachute, no gold,

no sweat.  Only surprise.

Golden light pours in 

through the window,

beckoning... a lure

like a sunrise.

She closed it

and moved on.

kls - 2010

This poem was written in response to the above picture which is courtesy of Magpie Tales.  Write your own and link here to share.

This was a strange write for me -- NO! it's not autobiographical -- my marriage is not in trouble.  Although I know that all writing is autobiographical to some degree because it is part of the person who wrote it.   And lest anyone think I do protest too much; well, there is no relationship without its trials.  I firmly believe that writers should not explicate their own work; but my father, my husband, and (occasionally) my kids read this blog.  And I hate for them to worry.  Much.

I just finished reading Mennonite in a Little Black Dress by Rhoda Janzen.  I highly recommend it.  A very funny read -- I laughed out loud.  Really.  And I learned stuff.  The reason I mention this is that if you've read it, you might be thinking that I'm worried about Bob.  Nope.