Trouble n’ow
a’brewin’
midst the broad moonl’ght
if ‘ is for a letter
let the letter be sp’te
if ‘ is for nothing particular
let the nothing fill what’s left of your inbox
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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February 25, 2010 at 1:21 pm
slpmartin
Very clever little verse…enjoyed it.
February 25, 2010 at 1:34 pm
Tel
Sounds like a hoodoo conjure!
February 25, 2010 at 2:49 pm
Bryan Borland
I know, Tel! Foreign and mysterious!
February 25, 2010 at 3:52 pm
Tel
I know, right? I feel hexed for reading it. 😉
February 25, 2010 at 4:09 pm
Val
Someone has an accent. 🙂 Or two.
February 26, 2010 at 8:11 am
Tel
Val, if we all got together, there’s no way you could get away without developing a Southern accent yourself, shoog.
And M’lady, I have revisisted and reread this several times. I love the way you have to pause when you get to the `and how you still also sort of progress along with the poem, letting the verse, rhythm, and rhyme fill in the `blanks for you. I also trip on the ` vs the ‘. Would love to know what inspired this.
February 26, 2010 at 12:00 pm
jessiecarty
using the hint of vernacular really does make me stop and read the poem multiple times. i especially liked broad moonlight
February 26, 2010 at 6:43 pm
Val
OMG Tel, you have made my day because someone has finally called me Shoog! I love it and I can hear Nancy Gribble and it just tickles the cartoonists heart in me no end. When I lived in the US, I knew a few ladies form the south, one from Atlanta, one from South Carolina and one from Alabama and they were the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling my friends. It looks as if I have some sort of addiction to you southerners..wait for it…EH? lol