If I could
I would tornado
around this town
You’d be better off
inside the eye of me
It would be on a Monday
and I would hold no regard
for pleasantries
for once
My answer to all the trivial
questions I am asked on a typical
Monday over and over and over again
would be answered only by
teeth-shattering wind
and the loudest
goddamned silence
you have ever heard
that would be my wish,
with all due respect
to Mondays
In a rusty-visioned chaos
I would be unable to open my
mouth for fear of shattered
teeth and cinnamon lung
A perfect storm of sand and Zen
would overcome us all
and I would
selfishly be
grateful
for it
for Monday
would be quiet
for once
and no one would
be talking about
the weather
just stunned
MAMA BIRD 
Love this one!
Thank you, Robin!
I’m honestly kind of worried that it isn’t PC (but who’s to say!), considering all the tornadoes in the south and midwest right now, including fatalities. I just want to be clear that this is poetry, it’s just a loose interpretation of the world around me and my (sometimes outrageous) feelings. I would by no means actually wish a natural disaster on the community that I live in.
🙂
Terah! once again, you’ve done it…perfect! I sure love your stuff 🙂 Thanks for sharing….
Happy almost Full Moon!
Linda
On Mon, Dec 28, 2015 at 10:49 PM, bohemian dreams | poetry and memoir wrote:
> Terah Van Dusen posted: “If I could I would tornado around this town You’d > be better off inside the eye of me It would be on a Monday and I would hold > no regard for pleasantries for once My answer to all the trivial questions > I am asked on a typical Monday over and over and ov” >