Caught In The Clutches 2011

Caught In The Clutches

Silly, weak and superficial:

Yup, that’s me.

Miss Marple holds me in her clutches:

Courtesy, mentality,

Five hundred other charm bewitchers –

While I watch and write a poem,

The moment hers, completely.

Puerile, silly, running from

The chores that call,

The tasks that bore,

Responsibilities or

Whatsoever one may call them –

I avoid them.

Am I editing or not?

Putting book together?

What?

Writing verse, a robot?

 What?

Love the murders.

Love the plot. Who cares

That victim never bleeds?

Ms Marple and I share a twinkle.

Looking through our Sherlock glass,

We’re wrinkled both.

No Marple yet, I try to separate the false

And true, distinguish clues

Relieve your blues.

I have a sense of the ridiculous

Not silly, weak nor superficial.

Imp, that’s me.

Caught In The Clutches 8.2.2011

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

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