Dirty Words…..

The wind was kind of bitey up there so she pulled her corduroy jacket closer, cinched the belt tighter, and resisted the urge to shiver while she dangled her legs over the edge and gazed into the alley below, littered like her memory with the refuse of life.


First one word, then another…she pulled a fistful out of her bag and untangled them from each other.  Some were woolly, some well worn, some stiff and wiry, and others dirty and downright wormy.  She dropped them one by one as she watched them flutter and grasp for handholds, then ultimately succumb to the gravity to which all things eventually surrender.


Doomed she thought, those words were.  Once so hopeful and lively, they had twittered and tumbled through the landscape of her booming and rustling imagination.


Then there was that noise.  It wasn’t coming from the words.  It wasn’t a word noise.  Too soft and clucking to be one of her word noises.  Then came the flutters out of the corner of her eye, white and lively.  It was too soon for angels.  She was still here hovering above a dirty alley, alone in the wind, alone in the world.


Pigeons? Pigeons!!  White-winged, grey-headed pigeons with curious, hopeful eyes, trust-me eyes, we-want-to-see-what-you’ve-got eyes.


Of course pigeons, wasn’t there pigeon poop all over the place?  They landed on the ledge and gazed curiously into her lap.  The words…they were after the words!  Despite the gloom that gripped her, she laughed and carelessly slung self-hatred into the wind. One pigeon hopped and swooped and snapped up self-hatred like a juicy June bug, while another leaped and flapped in eager anticipation of another word release.  Giggling with unexpected glee, she tossed regret, hopelessness, and heartache, and then flung fear as far as she could.  By then pigeons were diving and darting everywhere, so she tossed the whole lot into the wind as she watched the wormiest twist and tumble, ignored by her feathered cohorts.  It bounced once and barely bounced again when the fattest rat she’d ever seen seized despair and drug it off with decided determination.


By then the sun had come out and the wind wound up.  Squinting, she lifted her face toward the warmth and decided it was worth it after all.

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Laughing makes life sweeter....especially the stinky hard parts.
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18 Responses to Dirty Words…..

  1. Waterbaby says:

    that was an enjoyable ride.

  2. LBeeeze says:

    Fraught with symbolism, no doubt….
    Thanks very much !!! I was afraid the title was a total turn off….no comments for the longest time…
    It's so scary to expose oneself through one's words…..

  3. Drude says:

    Oh, this was beautiful!!!What a lovely piece. Write more, please. I love this stuff.

  4. Lauri says:

    This is WONDERFUL!!!LBeeeze, you are so right that it is scary to expose oneself through words…I was thinking that when I started reading. I suppose musicians and artists feel the same as writers in that respect. Thanks for this!

  5. LBeeeze says:

    Thank you very much. I definitely plan to keep writing !!

  6. LBeeeze says:

    Thank you very much and you are most certainly welcome. I would imagine that musicians and artists do feel the same way….

  7. Waterbaby says:

    nah, didn't find the title a turnoff

  8. LBeeeze says:

    Thanks for the vote of confidence !!!

  9. woooow. thats sooo. wow. the symbolism is AMAZING.
    You have a great mind for poetry. you really do. how long have you been writing?

  10. LBeeeze says:

    Thank you very much !! I've been writing off and on my whole life….ever since I was old enough to write sentences, but I didn't do any writing for years until I started posting on Vox in December. It's been a lot of fun. Thanks for the encouragement !!

  11. Blake says:

    [ciò è buono]

  12. LBeeeze says:

    Well, thank you very much….I love to get feedback from other writers….
    And believe me, I do understand taking a pass when a post looks too long and I feel like I don't have the energy or the attention span at the moment…
    The inspiration…..this will probably sound way too simple….but like a lot of people I have had times of desolation and despair when I felt all alone in the world and wondered if things would ever get better….and I just imagined this the other night….someone feeling so dejected…sitting on a ledge untangling words and dropping them one by one as a way of giving up….but then I got the idea of getting rid of the harmful words….cause when it gets right down to it, that's how people get better….they get rid of the crap that weighs them down !!!
    Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment !!!

  13. What tangibility you brought here! Now I want to go eat all the sweet tasting words

  14. LBeeeze says:

    Oh, thank you so much !! You are so write (intentional misuse)…what people think about themselves tends to define them….getting rid of the bad stuff and "consuming" more of the good stuff makes people feel better about themselves….at least that is my experience….so I wholeheartedly agree with you !!!
    More sweet tasting words to savor and to share !!! How about kindness, love, goodness, laughter, joy, hope, expectation, peace, and friend just to name a few really delish ones !!!
    Thanks again for your comment !!

  15. np. your writing is WELL worth a little encouragement. you are really good!

  16. LBeeeze says:

    Hey, check out this poem from Brandi….you can tell from her blog pic, she's really young….and you can tell from Found Out that she's verrrrrry talented !!! It's really a GREAT poem…..You'll love it !!!

  17. Mmmmm…and you're welcome!

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