pocketful of cheer

The following verse is a tongue in cheek response to a myspace blog post (reposted immediately below) by dodinsky who, by the way, plans on publishing a chapbook of his works. In order to repost his words I added his link which appears at the bottom of this post.

Not Today

I greet my day
with a pocketful
of enthusiasm,
but you come along
with a sprinkling
of your biting sarcasm.

From your nostrils,
dark clouds billow.
Frogs start croaking;
I need to get going.
For today, I don’t intend to ride
your mood swings.

- dodinsky -

I haven't really thought of a title-
perhaps "POCKETFUL OF CHEER" will suffice, eh?


My pockets both had holes
Through which my moods escaped
Scurrying like moles
Like children swinging on a gate

They clattered all around me
I was unsure of what I felt
But you stooped to the ground with me
And gave me a bit of help

So now we've pinned all my moods to my chest
Like a kindergarten teacher's notes home to mothers
And at each interaction I choose the best
Selection of one mood from the others


Anyway, I thought it was about time for a cheery thought in this,
my dark little corner of the universe.

Below is Dodinsky's link...