I happen to be a jump-for-joy type;
This isn't to everyone's taste.
Some people require a more peaceful approach;
They get tired of my version of grace.
My daughter calls it "buzzing";
My teachers thought me quite bad.
My grandmothers and mom thought me awful,
And said I was just like my dad.
It was actually my mother who
Had the attention span of a flea.
I'm afraid that she passed her
Hummingbird ways down to me.
I love to be with peaceful people,
But sometimes I just bust a gut,
Trying to hold in my passion
For staying out of a rut.
Rituals make my stomach feel jumpy,
My son said it quite well.
There are many well-churched people
Who think we're both on a path to hell.
I'm trying really hard to stay away
From those who I make itch,
But I sometimes have the feeling that
It's the Holy Spirit making me twitch.
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My sons would have said in the 80's, "Y that is BAD".
ReplyDeleteI think you describe yourself quite well in prose. I think you think in prose or Rhyme.
I love the poem how it express a lot of folks lives, that the 'normal' people don't understand! They just say, "Y'all are crazy".
Take care and stay warm
I had to laugh at your post - but not in a critical way! I've experienced that bubbly joy that made/makes me do things others don't understand ... but normally I'm more laid back and not so impulsive. Impulsive and spontaneous is so much more fun. ☺☺☺☺☺
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