Evening tide

     Softly yellow lights spray shadows across my
living room walls. Soon the echo of voices rage
throughout the boxes.

      Downward go the feet, planted well on the carpet
floors. Rubbing back and forth against the fibers to
smooth over the ticklish spots whispering over my
arches. Getting up I place my black slip ons over toes.
Exiting doorway for one last session of inhales and
exhales before the rhythm of the evening drowns
out all.

       Leaning over the black iron rail I place a tighter
grip of warmth around my waist. Allowing my eyes
to close. Inhaling the breeze and feeling the soft
caresses across my pale cheeks. Absorbing the last
few drops of air deep within my lungs before turning
and heading back up the stairs.

      Now the evening has set a pattern. The television
on low, rumbling of voices but not coherent. Enough
static to create the atmosphere I love the most
for writing. Silly perhaps but silence is good when
in nature but not when I need to place words upon
parchment.

       Perhaps the dawning realization of why often I
found myself in trouble at school. Scribbling a stanza
or sketching an abstract upon tests and homework.
Hmm what do you think dear friend? Me a
troublemaker?

      La. So the tapping of the words appear from mind,
to ink to ruled, bleached paper. Hmm now if only the
cravings of a drink of water would subside and the
aching within soul would cease. Then the ramblings
inside head could continue onto a few more poems.

      Yet I must end shortly because the throat is
parched and soul is ever tight, taunt and so alert in
the most unusual parts and ways. Hmm. To move
about around in apartment may be the wisest decision
made for today. La anything but being seated with
memories itching inside mind.

      La. So dear friend, could I have possibly been a
troublemaker in my youth? If you think so please
place a quirky response. If you think I was a good
young lady then just pat me on the back.

      Perhaps I was good. Perhaps I was the
instigator in many ways. Shrugs. Hmm. Smiling wide.
 
      Guess you will have to ask.