Just Another Drunk On Words



On a good day

I'm a word-willing secular shy shape-shifter
a sentimental singing sentence-spinner
a seeker of sense, sensation-sifter
a pure gold optimistic heart-expresser.

Literally

a manic pen-scribbler on any piece of paper
an egotistical juggler of diffident difficult words
an exotic rare bird of a radical researcher
a sometime big-thinker, an excitable
stentorian investigator.

Nights find me

a metaphysical plumber, a loner, a fussy lover
an utterly voracioius goddess-gobbler
and when Moon transits the right house
I'm an occasional seriously deep soul-searcher.

Frequently garrulous

a gorgeous giddy-gardener, sacred seed-sower
a seminal sun-reeper, completely naive butterfly-catcher
of ecstasy I'm a drunken-diviner, a dreamer, a doer
a been-here-before-savage-soothsayer.

Saturdays at the Dan, Sunday Unlash
Babble on Wednesday, Monday the Retreat
Tuesday spins at the Duke of Windsor -
and who am I ?

Why, I'm just one of those passionate poetic-partakers




Pamela Sidney 2000