This came about from a comment by Vesuvius regarding my "end" poem. Just a quickie. Cheers, Laurie
The Beginning
i have the burden and privilege
of choosing what scene you walk in on:
The illegitimate baby i am,
or trickr treating child gypsy.
The girl who won a spelling bee
or the woman who suffered the most--
Enter,,
as Winter becomes a seasonal favorite
when Summer gave up on blonding my
locks and glowing my skin with a tan.
Maybe reveal a previous life
(One i am sure was spent in Venice!)
Perhaps start with a youthful night spent
watching Northern Lights
and drinking Southern Comfort with
a friend who died last year.
Endless starts - Ceaseless stops
Where DO "i" begin?