jd young, a displaced Bronx housewife, lives in Southern Virginia with her husband. Her genteel surroundings belie her sharp wit and her flight or flight outlook on life. jd has had several short stories published. Her previous book of humor is considered required reading for a college writing course. Her new book, The Woman on Pritchard Street, is soon to be published.
Moments
By jd young
By jd young
I cry for moments passed.
Those I did enjoy
And should have accepted.
Those that hurt someone
And I knew when it happened.
Those I chose not to appreciate
And became more stubborn.
Those that were received badly
And I should have known.
Those that offered comfort
And I did not accept.
Those that sat on my lips
And I did not set free.
Those that might have healed
And I kept so very silent.
Those that caused mayhem
And I enjoyed the moment.
Those that I cannot take back
And haunt me daily.
I cry …
–So sayeth the Muse
Ah, moments, indeed. We’ve all experienced some of these moments, I’m sure. Well said.
When the muse and the moments cannot connect…we lose our stamina.