i’ve lost my sense of whimsy

i’ve lost my sense of whimsy
and i don’t know where to find it

if you see it walking down the road
could you kindly please remind it
to wander back into my life
i vow i won’t confine it

i’ll let it out in big guffaws
i’ll even wine and dine it
with jujubes and vimto
in fast forward then rewind it

we’ll eat them one by one
our jaws will glue shut by the by
we’ll grow raspberry moustaches
and laugh until we cry

we’ll bring our joy to others
in an ever abundant supply
the two of us together will
give by the words we live by

i’ve found my sense of whimsy
we shall never say good-bye

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Here we are, a new year, a new beginning. Last year I wrote about a New Year’s Revolution. But as Dr. Phil would say “How’s that workin for ya?” The kind of answer that either requires some justification or reflection.

The year started out great with lots of blogging and by spring I was journeying into poetry. Thanks to National Poetry Writing Month I discovered a new passion. I was discovered by Jingle who included me in her community of poets. Through this I wrote a special poem for my mom which I entered in a contest to get a children’s book published. I didn’t win, but I sure saw the support I have in all my friends who voted for me daily. Layali started school, the last of my four children. I decided to use up my free time by attending classes to improve myself from learning to read Arabic, religion, and a book club as well. I found things overwhelming and started pulling away from things as I dealt with some chronic pain. The year ended with a month of family illness, mostly stomach flu. I’m not trying to be a downer here, but just to show you the reasons behind my blog dragging to an almost halt.

But blogger friends are the best. They are so encouraging and keep you connected to the world you thought you left behind. And my 8-year old daughter Petra would rather be read a blog than a bedtime story so when I showed her the blog Jingle posted of an interview with poet/blogger fiveloaf (who by the way thinks I’m a pretty good poet) she asked me to write her a poem. So this poem is for Petra and Ugly Duckling and Kinzi and Chocoholic and Jingle and fiveloaf and everyone whose work I have read and everyone who has read my work, but mostly for me. My resolution this year? Exercise? Nah. Learn more. Maybe. Amuse? Definitely.

By the way, Happy Birthday Kavita.