Dear John,

This is, my friend, the second time
you’ve asked our motly little group
to write a poetic epislte.

Perhaps you think more highly of us.
then we think of ourselves,
Perhaps you’re just a bit delusional.

But, for me, I have trouble enough
when writing letters prosaic,
to even attempt a letter poetic.

And from the dearth of comments
to your grand epistilic request
I’d say that I’m not quite alone,

Please excuse this lousy attempt,
and recall that we all admire
you attempts to encourse our poems.

30-day poets.

Dear Heavenly being above

I have loving parents
Great friends
And a nice home

I am blessed with
A brain that works
And knows what I want
And how to get it

I enjoy my studies
And look forward to classes
And know how to do my assignments
And when to do them

But when am I still feeling bored
And the occasional restlessness
And the urge to drop everything
And fly somewhere exotic?

Perhaps you accidentally left in
A tiny wandering lust gene
When it was me
On the production line?

From yours truly,
Me.

in global Reiki groups
as and when requested
sending absent healing,
listing names of people
asking me to start
a lightworkers’ group

“Get a Life”

Dear CyberFriend, thank you
for this excellent advice.
I also liked
the suggestion of hobbies:
speed-dating, you thought,
or the gym.
I’ll certainly try hard
to fit something in
between making poems,
running writers’ groups online
and also off,
arranging my trip interstate
for a featured performance
this coming December,
regretfully declining the latest
invitation to Texas again
for the festivals,
planning my new course
for the Community College
in “Brilliant Blogging”,
editing a friend’s website
as a gift because
I like him,
editing a student’s assignments
for the lovely money
(liking her too),
visiting a sick cat
an hour’s drive away
to give Reiki,
afterwards having a swim
in the grateful owner’s
heated inground pool,
attending Tai Chi classes
weekly during school term,
taking long walks
on the local beach,
doing beginners’ weight training
with my husband,
being his official carer
and usually his chauffeur,
taking the Minutes
of Neighbourhood Association meetings
monthly as their Secretary,
reading my way
through the library books
piled beside my bed
and constantly changing,
rewriting my Tarot course,
testing the proposed upgrade
as I go
on the current students,
working at the markets
giving psychic readings
three Sundays a month,
doing daily magickal rituals
which I love,
casting spells as needed,
interacting with nature spirits
and with angels,
looking after my cats,
sometimes cleaning the house,
pruning and weeding
the resurgent Spring garden,
waiting again for buds
on the rosebush –
that twice yearly miracle
both Spring and Autumn
(just add water),
assisting a writing student
who decided to produce
a class anthology,
taking a car-less friend
on fortnightly shopping trips,
giving budgeting advice,
having a monthly massage,
meeting friends for coffee,
going to movies,
watching favourite TV shows,
also catching old movies
now on DVD,
talking to old friends
on email or facebook,
making new ones
on MySpace and Twitter,
discovering all the ways
of cyber activism
e.g. for the Iranians,
Aung San Suu Kyi
and climate change,
taking part in meditations
both worldwide and personal
to manifest peace,
and in global Reiki groups
as and when requested
sending absent healing,
listing the names
of people who approach
asking that I start
a lightworkers’ group
here in this locality –
and I will, but
it’s just, when?
I could go on
but it’s now clear
why you think
I need a life
not to mention hobbies.
I simply don’t
blog all this stuff;
not a daily diarist.
I post essays
on matters of opinion,
or for light relief
fill in quizzes.
I confess I only
occasionally manage to read
other people’s blogs,
even yours, which may
surprise you – notwithstanding that
it’s so enthralling
reiterating your life dilemmas,
those circles you keep
going around in …
anyway I do hope
I needn’t give up
my self-pampering sessions:
the long, leisurely baths
with scented oils, candles
deep breathing exercises,
colour therapy and meditation,
to get this Life
dear CyberFriend? g2g

(Because it’s so long and prosey, I made a pattern of words per line: 4/4/3)