I'm Not Talking to You

[AuntShecky]

I’m Not Talking to You

I wasn’t talking to you
or to myself
or to any sentient entity
in the known universe.

I’m no winged enemy
roaming the world
seeking the ruin of souls.
I don’t want to save the world
or set it afire or light a flame
for peace or a little piece of it.

I’m not dancing a jig of joy
or crooning a tune of lust
or wildy waving my arms
in front of seventy-five trombones
and a tuba.
Do I have to paint you a picture?

I’m not fuming or consuming
or snoozing or schmoozing
or musing or communing
with a muse. I wasn’t amusing.
(We are not amused.)

Believe me
once in a while
it’s okay
to be blue.

I’m not wounded or walking.
I’m not benighted
or excited or delighted
and I’m

not talking to you.


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[Miss^Love]

Hi AuntShecky

your words are touch my soul and please my mind

it is nice

thank u

[jon1jt]

so if the speaker is not doing any of those things (sounds like she might be venting to me. :p ) then what is she doing? okay, maybe this is your way of expressing - as a famous philosopher of mine put it - being there. or maybe i'm reading into it. maybe she's just blue. i dunno.

playful, simple, with abiding beat and rhyme.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I’m Not Talking to You

I wasn’t talking to you
or to myself
or to any sentient entity
in the known universe.

I’m no winged enemy
roaming the world
seeking the ruin of souls.
I don’t want to save the world
or set it afire or light a flame
for peace or a little piece of it.

I’m not dancing a jig of joy
or crooning a tune of lust
or wildy waving my arms
in front of seventy-five trombones
and a tuba.
Do I have to paint you a picture?

I’m not fuming or consuming
or snoozing or schmoozing
or musing or communing
with a muse. I wasn’t amusing.
(We are not amused.)

Believe me
once in a while
it’s okay
to be blue.

I’m not wounded or walking.
I’m not benighted
or excited or delighted
and I’m

not talking to you.


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Maybe not but I rather enjoyed eavesdropping! Although I haven't read a lot of your other poetic contributions I have the feeling that this is from a less buttoned-up Aunt Shecky than the usual one? (And there's just a hint of an echo of that marvellous Carver title What we talk about when we talk about love. And wasn't there a novel with the wonderful title What I'm Going to Do Next, I think?

Here's to spontaneous, colloquial speech! Bravo!

[ampoule]

Well Auntie, I'm not going to tell you how I liked this or how it made me smile or how it reminded me of a child (aren't we all?) who may be feeling a little spiteful and no matter how much prodding, ain't gonna talk about it. Nope, not me, not a word. :D