Joyriding
I’m thinking of driving
Up on the sidewalks
On the way to
Work today
And up
The sides of buildings,
In the
Tops of trees;
I’ll probably drive
Across the bay—
It calls for
Some extravagance
On peculiar
Days like these.
Convulsions, Convolutions
I’m thinking baroque
Thoughts today,
Internecine and wild—
As weirdly Machiavellian as
The daydreams of a child—
As Byzantine as psychotropic
Drugs could make them be—
But you need not be worried for
My safety: that’s just me.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Driving on the sidewalks? You didn’t tell me you were in Paris! 😀
Delightfully silly, Dahling…just what the doctor ordered!
After darkness, sunshine. 🙂 [Come to think of it, I should shut down the computer and get out and plant a few things!] Meanwhile, I’m glad you enjoyed, my dear!
impressed by your drawings, Kathryn… hope you don’t jump the curb as I’m making my way down the sidewalk…
I’ll try to behave myself, at least a tiny bit!
You have a great ability to choose just a small selection of words and re-arrange them in a poetic fashion.
Why, thank you. Sometimes, as in the silliest of the poems, it’s a matter of stopping the words in semi-appropriate places as they’re just romping around unfettered and without direction. 🙂
I’d love to go joy-riding with you Kathryn! But come to think of it, I have many a time! I do love your spirit Kathryn!
In truth, I’m a very staid driver in general, so it’s doubly fun to be outrageous in verse when I get the chance. 😉
I read this and other posts up to the Monday post where I left off last visit. Moving art, moving words. Thank you!
And thank *you*, Terry, for coming by and commenting! I appreciate it greatly.
What beautiful creations, Kathryn with both words and pencils. Your soul shines through and I love it 🙂
Obviously, my soul is a bit silly. 🙂 I’m glad you approve!
“it calls for some extravagance”
driving on sidewalks, careening with words
“Careening”–such a fabulous word itself!!! Thank you!
What life would it be if we just drove on the road and the correct way all the time. Some rules are meant to be broken and some times driving against the current is all you can do to maintain “you”
Exactly so, my friend, exactly so! By the way, I’m injecting yet more sunshine into today, as I have a bowl full of clementine peels soaking in fresh water, waiting . . . . Thank you!!
Are we to assume that you’ve been to Naples, where “Joyriding” would be considered a normal commuting style? Or, are we in just a bit of a mood, maybe a touch of Spring Fever? Well, whatever it is, the result is a fun post, beautifully illustrated, just as we’ve come to expect. Thanks for my afternoon smile.
Sadly, I have yet to visit Napoli, but I *have* been in a number of other fine places known for similar road artistry and greatly admire their creative approaches. However, it would be disingenuous to say I wasn’t also somewhat caught up in Spring Fever, given that I was out gardening this afternoon in short sleeves. In the first week of February. Whaaaaaat?
I do believe you are part elf, my dear. I would love to drive up buildings with you and stop for tea in the top of tree. I’m free tomorrow.
Any day, any time! Seems to me there’s no limit to when this particular sort of joyriding could come in handy. 🙂
Kathryn, not only do I always love coming ove rhere to see where you are today or what you are up to, but I enjoy the comments and commenters on your blog.
It’s a very brisk -12 today, and I can’t imagine wearing short sleeves for a few months yet, just the thought makes me giddy!
Well, it seems my garden joyriding was very well timed, as the clouds closed in later and last night we went to sleep to the sound of a good pounding rain; today it’s just slow and steady light rain so far, though the forecasters have said there’s a slight possibility of a real Texas whopper of a storm here and there in the region today. Maybe we’ll get lucky! In any case, *far* warmer than -12. Yet our most typical time for snow or an ice storm is in February, so I rule nothing out. 🙂
The first poem brings Uncle Shelly to mind – I can see you driving to where the sidewalk ends with the soft white grass and the crimson sun. And I can surely see YOU resting with the moon-bird in the peppermint breezes. And afterward, you can park on a cloud and watch the world whirl by.
I love how you play with words.. and connect them all together in your poems. I think I will never hear a word and leave it alone ever again.. I immediately wonder what Kathryn would do with that word:) xo Smidge