On The Edge of The Stage

(Well, that first image turned out well, didn't it? I need to find out where bloggers get all their images.)

Ahem. So. I feel like I am standing at a microphone, embarrassed and trying to work up my nerve. But, here it is.

I am a writer.

Go ahead and laugh, really, because since I'm not really up on that stage, I won't be able to hear you. :) But here's the deal. Writing has always been a part of me. But I have majorly ignored that part of me for a loooong time. So I'm incredibly rusty, and there is nothing fabulous coming down the pipe for some time I am sure. Nevertheless, I proceed with the confidence that it will come. I will get out the WD-40 and loosen up the hinges and dive into this forgotten little corner of what is me, me, me. Which makes me smile.

A writer writes, of course, for an audience, and so in spite of the embarrassment, which I will have to get over, I am going to start posting more of what I write. The eventual goal, after all, is for complete strangers to happily plunk down some of their hard-earned cash for the privilege of spending an afternoon or two wallowing in my work, right?

For those of you that would rather put down a pint of wheat grass juice than analyze a piece of poetry (love ya, Jer), I will give a bit of introduction. This is a lighthearted, but philosophical poem. The toppings are all the things that I could choose to do in a day, with use of both of the meanings of the word "relish."

So, here goes.

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Today is my hot dog

(Bun-length, it is summer, after all).

I could eat it up, plain -

nothing to speak of tomorrow.

I could pile it up high

Full to the brim of the bun and beyond

And try to get it all down.

Or

I could dress it with relish

and a few little things -

and relish.

Phew. So there you have it. A fun little poem to get going on. Nothing stunning, but it was fun to write, and for now at least, that's the point.

Thanks for stopping by. :)