The response of a recluse upon being asked out.
The Response of a Recluse
Upon Being Asked Out
I whine and snivel and
Purse my lips and
Wrinkle my nose
And wring my hands
And say I cannot and
Wish I did not have to
Go where you’ve asked me to go.
I look away and fiddle with my thumb
And pretend I do not hear, and
Then I hem and haw
And try to think of
All the ways I might not,
But there you are again,
Right in front of me, asking still.
Then, I am pleasant
And take the risk.
Being out
Was not the dread
I’d imagined.
In fact, it was right and
Good
And I am glad.
But, now my worry is…
Will I be
Asked
To go again.
Susan Patterson
10-2013
Audio and Author Comment~
The winter holiday season is over. Some of us are happy about this. Others of us are sad. Either way, the time is now to move ahead to the next trip of our Earth around the sun. What will happen in the next seasons? What will make us happy or sad? We surely do not know. Thank goodness! Best wishes for your happiness in the next seasons. Your poet, skp
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The above poem, The Response of a Recluse Upon Being Asked Out, can be found in our latest book of poetry, Unnoticed Moments.
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Gotta love winter in the mountains!
May love increase, cares all cease, and the world live in peace. Happy new year to you, my friends, skp
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