Heart Whisper May 22, 2o16

I plan to spend most of this day, the 22nd of may, working on my BIRTHDAY poem. This was a little thing I wrote the other day . . . or actually night. I tend to write mostly at night. My muse sleeps late into the day. She's very rarely up before 10 p.m. But once she's had a couple of cups of coffee and a tab of nicotine gum, she is more than ready to get to work. I don't remember what inspired this little poem. But I'm sure it was something I read online, on Facebook, that got my night owl muse all greased up and chattering away in my left ear.

Heart Whisper

A quick, unexpected tug on its leash
and my heart’s off chasing down the street
after the beautiful woman in the sparkly hoodie.
I yell at my heart, “Stop! Stop right now!”

But as we all know when it comes

to our hearts they never listen.
Woodie o5-22-16