Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me by beachzz
Close
Hover over top left image to zoom.
Click anywhere to exit.
Members remain the original copyright holder in all their materials here at Renderosity. Use of any of their material inconsistent with the terms and conditions set forth is prohibited and is considered an infringement of the copyrights of the respective holders unless specially stated otherwise.
No AI - This artwork was created entirely by hand or with traditional digital tools.
Description
Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me
I got a call
That made me mad
I ranted and raved
Which just made me sad
Threw myself on the bed
To have a good cry
Tried to shed tears
But my eyes stayed dry
Screamed at the people
I felt did me wrong
Well a whisper is truer
It didn't take long
To realize it was me
Who heard different things
In all those words
When the telephone rings
Not a sob could be heard
As I lay there in my snit
What a silly way to
Resolve any of it
I picked myself up
Out of that bed
Shook off that funk
And cleared my head
To make it right
I walked down the street
Shedding the mood
That I wanted to beat
The moral of this story
I've come to see
That a walk fixes most anything
At least for me
6/25/10
Comments (12)
It does for me too. Whether I think things through or walk until I'm too tired to agonize, it breaks the whirling destructive thoughts in my head. Excellent poem with just the right abrasive tone. I'll remember it when I have silly bouts of overreacting and thinking the world revolves around me. Excellent writing!
Oh so familiar!!! Yes - while you walk just shake of the dust... and move on! Wonderful poetry Marilyn!!
Oh. yes, Marilyn, me too. Walking and swimming. and remember 'don't worry what other people think about you, it's none of your business!'
You hit so many nails on the head. I tend to walk for numerous reasons, none the least of which is to maintain a bit of emotional sanity--or, depending on the city, to share cigarettes with a particularly loopy friend who always has something unexpectedly hilarious, insightful (or both) to say. But often, when I walk alone, it's just me and my thoughts, me and the inner me, working to solve a problem, change a mood, or quite simply blow off steam rather than commit homicide. This is quite a wonderful and oh-so-true piece of writing!
Maybe I should go for more walks....if I did it this week though I'd have to walk pretty far to get outta this funk I'm in...hey awesome poem and really hits home in may ways. Glad I caught it, you always do write so well.
So you walked off down the street like a headless chicken to capture another headless chicken!!!! Lol.
Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me (Linda Ronstadt sang it similarly).
A splendid bit of introspective poetry, Maz, and glad a walk calmed and cooled you down, but I'm sitting here wondering what got you so upset in the first place. It must have been a real zinger. Oh, and I walk each morning so I can take photographs of the things I feel are worth capturing. And my thinking includes how do I dodge the next car that doesn't see me as I cross the street.
Excellent work with words! :)
A good walk cures most anything! :)
A sleep is what does it for me....clears the head!
Enjoyed your poem and thoughts - a good morning walk and a harty breakfast - and maybe a short nap works for me. Dana