Ramblings Of A Red Monkey Poem by Joyce Chelmo
Ramblings Of A Red Monkey
My life’s been huge,
still wondering
what I’ll be when I grow up.
Still looking for that elusive
silver ring,
and it’s my party,
all I want is an exit door.
I’m no rainbow colored fairy
sitting on a soft shade lotus blossom.
No Cleopatra reclining on my bed.
I’m the red monkey sitting
on a cliffs edge,
pounding hollow chest,
screeching about unrighteousness.
The chick that wishes
she had a cave all her own.
Losing balance a little more
each day.
Tired of pretty pictures
with false vibrato.
Thank you both so much, this one has actually already been published, but the link thing didn't work when I tried to show it. This was inspired by all the signiture pictures I see in some forums. 'I'm no rainbow colored fairie' basically Im into being real. Glad you both liked this one. Joyce
I'm thankful for red monkeys pounding and screeching... I hear you, in the last few especially... But you know, there is pretty truth to be had as well... Keep looking, and please, keep writing - I'll be back for more. Esther
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:39:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This reminds me of the Childrens charactor, Tracey Beaker, a girl who is point blank in her expression and would shout her views from the roof -tops, Brilliant expression of life, Love Duncan