Write one. A left poem, a center or middle poem or a right poem. Left Out to Dry. Stuck in the middle. Right Kind of Wrong. You know where to take it and make it sing.
ALL I HAVE LEFT To say I’m right-dominant’s right. My left side is nowhere in sight. It’s like it went missing. I’m left reminiscing. I have nothing left. It’s my plight. © Marie Elena Good, 2021
PICKLED IN THE MIDDLE Drinking to excess is not considered a success if you can still stand, or still stand still. The difference between falling and staying erect, is just failing at being erect. In the middle you're suspended until you're upended. Then the drink's on you! (C) Walter J Wojtanik
Marie will be in the middle of nowhere this week as she and hubby Keith embark on their annual trek to their personal Mecca, the cabin in Hocking Hills. She may join us, internet connection permitting. Her escape is well deserved.