Rebel With a Cause
Since I was a wee one
able to string together a thought or two
I have taken great offence
to being told "No"
Don't get me wrong
I understand the stove top gets hot
before it gets red (Hard Lesson)
but still, for two simple letters
it drives me completely freaking batty,
and seldom enters MY vocabulary. (Don't get excited)
So, finding myself
somehow chained to this time, this space
where office attire
is supposed to inspire
I play my role.
I always did have a wonderful imagination
that, when all other modes of transportation failed,
would whisk me away to the world of my choosing.
Today, rounding the bend to 40
it continues to be, my most important and necessary
leaning post.
Especially, since finding myself tied
to a most conservative whipping post.
This road I have chosen (not laying any blame, fault is mine)
has proven, at times difficult.
When I come dancing home
excited and ready to show off new ink...
I see what they think
and can't help but smile.
They get mad
I simply drift, still smirking, off to one of my worlds.
When I get excited about a new track
they stutter back
and ask me if I'm ever going to grow up.
I laugh and scream "NEVER" at the top of my lungs.
I just have too much fun.
And have to belt every lyric
to make sure they hear it.
I dare you to do the same...right now
get in touch with that wild child
bring her back from the brink
She never deserved to be cast off
like white slippers after September.
She'll forgive you for forgetting her
for so many years, back
Where the wild things are.
And she'll remind you...you were once one too.
Aaron Kent (@MiniSixx) steps up to the bar today to make his debut as Head of the Wild Ones for the fantastic prompt he's brought to dVersePoets. Where dedicating our pieces in honor of Maurice Sendak and his fantastic children's tale "Where the Wild Things Are".
able to string together a thought or two
I have taken great offence
to being told "No"
Don't get me wrong
I understand the stove top gets hot
before it gets red (Hard Lesson)
but still, for two simple letters
it drives me completely freaking batty,
and seldom enters MY vocabulary. (Don't get excited)
So, finding myself
somehow chained to this time, this space
where office attire
is supposed to inspire
I play my role.
I always did have a wonderful imagination
that, when all other modes of transportation failed,
would whisk me away to the world of my choosing.
Today, rounding the bend to 40
it continues to be, my most important and necessary
leaning post.
Especially, since finding myself tied
to a most conservative whipping post.
This road I have chosen (not laying any blame, fault is mine)
has proven, at times difficult.
When I come dancing home
excited and ready to show off new ink...
I see what they think
and can't help but smile.
They get mad
I simply drift, still smirking, off to one of my worlds.
When I get excited about a new track
they stutter back
and ask me if I'm ever going to grow up.
I laugh and scream "NEVER" at the top of my lungs.
I just have too much fun.
And have to belt every lyric
to make sure they hear it.
I dare you to do the same...right now
get in touch with that wild child
bring her back from the brink
She never deserved to be cast off
like white slippers after September.
She'll forgive you for forgetting her
for so many years, back
Where the wild things are.
And she'll remind you...you were once one too.
Aaron Kent (@MiniSixx) steps up to the bar today to make his debut as Head of the Wild Ones for the fantastic prompt he's brought to dVersePoets. Where dedicating our pieces in honor of Maurice Sendak and his fantastic children's tale "Where the Wild Things Are".
Comments
Yes, we all need to stay in touch with out inner child, they still need to have fun too.
My mind says I'm not old, my body begs to differ though :)
Nice write Tash.
And now you tell me that your spirit guide is a white wolf? Have you written about it? If not, you should ~
That idea of never loosing touch with our inner touch, and never fully succumbing to what society expects or demands is a great one.
A cool piece I read recently from famous business consultant Seth Godin essentially said: 'They used to burn heretics at the stake, now heretics run companies like Google and Facebook'
Hank
Great poem, you make great points and state them in a genuine voice.
I really like this bit:
"She never deserved to be cast off
like white slippers after September."
Smiles!
when do we stop being a child
poem speaks to me about never giving up....never growing up...and never giving a fuck! (about what other people think)
(shrug)
I don't care.