Welcome to Gather Essentials: Writing for Friday April 4th. I'm a newbie. Let me tell you what happened.
I have no idea what he was on
When John Beck passed me his baton
Nor of what I was feebly thinking
Nodding "yes" while oddly blinking
As if I'd long been whiskey drinking
Clinking toasts to this new dawn
The following quote profoundly influenced my life from the time I was a young girl poring over our coffee table book of photos by Edward Steichen (proloque by Carl Sandburg) titled The Family of Man. It is an edited excerpt from the soliloquy of Mollie Bloom from Ulysses by James Joyce.
...and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes
and then he asked me would I yes...
and first I put my arms around him yes
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes
and his heart was going like mad
and yes I said yes I will Yes.
What is it with women and the word "yes"? I admit that I like to say it and that I have often regretted saying it. More times though, I have noticed that my territory has expanded by obliging with the affirmative; yes to love, yes to marriage, yes to the pram (the baby carriage) and yes to this new weekly responsibility. Who, me? Follow John Beck? Why not? If he thinks I can do it then maybe I can. "The impossible is often the untried."
In addition to writing whatever you want (within the confines of the group profile) please tell me about when yousaid "Yes" and how it turned out. Your responses are eagerly anticipated.
In conclusion, I submit a heartfelt new poem on the subject of saying "yes."
from my wishing well
purified joy cascades
into glistening pools
spills over the edge
wet lashes blinking
for new budding
a wild new life
a baby to love