A friend of mine and I were chatting today about our poetry we both write. She told me I was a Panster, poet. I thought it was a joke comment or something bad, so I asked her what it meant . She explained and when our chat was over, I looked the word up. The dictionary said it means, someone who writes with no plan or thought. Well that’s definitely me most of the time. I will pull a word out of the air, type it and see where it goes. Here, I will do it right now. The first word will be,,,,why.
Why do you call out to me
I hear the echoes deep in the sea
I float to surface to see who’s there
But I don’t see you anywhere
I am now your memories from your past
They float within me so they last
Don’t keep calling out my name my dear
For I am standing by you, very near.
Won’t you love me like you used to do
Whisper my name and say I love you
Bring me flowers for no reason at all
Talk to me sexy, when you call
Gaze into my eyes ,once more
Walking over and locking our door
Lay me gently on the bed
Caress my skin from toe to head
Can’t you see I’m missing you
Everything you say and do?
In the shadows where no one can see me I make-up my very own tea parties. I have a secret place where I can go. No one knows about it. I have been going there for several months now.
I have a little table with four chairs. The prettiest, white, lace table cloth you ever did see, lies softly over the table. On top of this I have a purple bouquet of lilacs. I am very fortunate. I know of a tree that is full of these delightful, aroma-filled blossoms. I change them out as soon as my nose can no longer sense their smell.
I have no windows; but this is alright. I don’t want to let anyone see through the window of my soul. I have two candles. One is sitting next to the grass-filled chair I made, and the other hangs over my table by a vine I made.
In the three chairs that are guest chairs; I always have special guest visiting with me for tea. Today, I am happy to let you know that Mr. Cuddly bear is here. He is wearing his comfy, fleece pajamas. He brings me great peace.
In the second chair is a dashing Mr. Magnificent man-doll. He is so handsome. He watches me a lot. I think he things I am beautiful. He is always smiling at me and there is a constant twinkle in his eyes. Sometimes I put the needle down on the record, and he and I dance around. My heart flutters, and I feel so alive. I love it when he comes to tea.
The third chair sits no other than my over-stuffed grandma doll. This is what I call her because I have had her since I was a child. When I was young and I was crying, she seemed to always whisper the kindest words into my ear. She would lull me to sleep. Today, I have a few very important things on my mind. After our tea party is over, I am going to ask her if she can remain behind. We will go over to the chair, where she will sit and I will kneel down in front of her legs and rest my head on her lap, pouring out my thoughts.