All I Want Is a Ride
to the Festival,
where I’m to appear
onstage.
No not all. I want
a great performance
to sell my books.
I want a Plus 1
to take. Not a new1
the old.
I'm still playing with textu. This one is written for Friday Writings #127 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Magaly invites us to write something which includes the phrase 'all I want is.'
And yes, at the time of writing, I was experiencing some possible difficulties about getting there, but that's now been resolved.
And a few more:
All I Want Now
Recovery
from gut-punch
accusations:
my 5-yrs-ago ‘relentless
bullying,’ my ‘misogyny.’
.
And, do I still run a writers’ group?
If so, she’d love to join.
Out-of-the-blue comments on my TikTok, which left me reeling – from very disturbed lady who was briefly in an offline writers' group five years ago, and caused various upsets to various people. Apparently I'm the latest target. I have deleted and blocked. (But this message did have its funny side.)
And All I Want Is
to keep on outliving
my dear ones
even though
I so dearly miss them.
I have books to read
books to write
a world
to cherish …
memories
to linger over.
Really All I Want Is
the light on ocean
swirling waves, waves gliding
to be among trees
watching sky through a tall forest
the sky’s endless
patterns and fluctuations