becke_davis wrote:
Kathy -- If that was about anything other than a snail, I'd think it was really morbid. Can't really say that, though, since I want those nasty things out of my garden any way I can!
You're right, it was morbid...the first word that came to my mind, after I wrote that stupid poem last night was, macabre. I don't have snails were I live. I was at my daughter's house last week, and as I was leaving, I saw one was attached to the side of her house. What made me think of it, at the moment you wanted my "prose", I don't know.
Yes, I did pry that snail off of the stucco, and I did throw it into the street. I did it without thinking. It was out of my hands, but no cars came by.
My intention, I thought, was to be silly, or funny, but after I wrote it, I didn't feel funny. Black humor, I guess. But I left it at that. Free thought is sometimes unharnassed to the point of not making much sense, except by your shrink. 
All I could think about was writing something rediculous. Making fun of myself, I suppose, and my writing. I feel inadequate, at times. And last night I took it out on that snail.
Kathy, I think a shrink would have a field day with this one. I can so relate. While I usually transport spiders to the outdoors, I occasionally go on a rampage with the dust mop, trapping offenders between ceiling and mop surface. Carnage. Then I regret having squished them. And having to clean the ceiling.
As for snails, they were my first pets when I was around six or seven. I collected several of them in a shoe box in which I had built a landscape of rocks, moss, small branches etc. (In Germany we had snails with colorful houses with yellow/orange/brown stripes.) My mother made sure I left the shoebox outside and with the top on. The top had air holes. But one day I brought them into the bedroom, fell asleep, and the snails escaped. It was the first murder scene I witnessed. We lived upstairs and my mother tossed the ones she found through the bedroom window into the paved backyard.
KathyS wrote:
becke_davis wrote:Kathy - I missed you all! I let myself be persuaded to share a room with three women in my writer's group. On Friday night we got less than 2 hours sleep. Not much more than that last night. I'm too old for this!
Kathy, you haven't posted any of your writing for awhile. Aren't we due for some of your prose, too?
Becke, as long as you had fun, you're not too old! Just don't stay up to late, tonight. I don't want you getting sick! The other mom has spoken!
As far as my prose....Let's see, now
I saw a snail this week
he was small and meek
I pryed him off the wall
and threw him into the street!
As a car drove by
he rolled with a sigh
He looked so sad
I started to cry
Another car beeped it's horn
he looked forlorn
CRUNCH!
too late to save him
time to mourn
What have I done?
for a little fun
CRUNCH! Again!
I took a life
I am undone
becke_davis wrote:
Thanks so much for posting this, Kathy -- I love it when you get poetic!
I had no choice. It's either that, or cry over a dead snail!
This poem was for TiggerBear.
I would have said that on the post, but this stupid posting program was giving me fits. It wouldn't let me write it where I wanted it, by the poem!
As it was, I had to edit the poem a dozen times before it lined itself up, and accepted the format to which I'd written it....I don't get it!! ... I was getting so angry, I just about put my fist through the stupid monitor! Instead, I got up and slammed my hand onto the stupid wall!.... I only have anger problems when dealing with these stupid computer programs! Then I wrote something really stupid on Michelle's blog/post....sheesh! I'm sure she must think I'm a stupid idiot! It must be this stupid "June Gloom"!
I need more sun!
Weather sucks!
Everything becomes stupid when sun depravation happens! 
