Poetry Maybe #1: Waiting for the Good Ice

Poetry maybe #1: Waiting for the Good Ice

I did it! I finally wrote a poem. It’s only been a hundred years since I wrote an actual poem. So here it is. Finally.

Waiting for the good ice

How can you

rescue your mind?

The cards might interfere.

The Lovers.

Then the mood is light.

The Star.

Or maybe woozy.

Death and the Hanged Man

Wonderful and nauseous.

Water without ice.

Who has the good ice?

The crushed ice

for cocktails.

the good ice

for hot toddies

-just for me.

The world feels wrong

since she is gone.

It’s not in the cards

for her to make

a hot toddy

and the good ice

-just for me.

Poetry Maybe

“Just a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.


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