Once upon a time,
there was a woman
she had turned into the wrong person.
This is a story about
things that happen
for no apparent reason,
other than to make connections
between dreams of grandeur
and the reality of living normally.
In the beginning,
sometimes she left messages
in the street inquiring about
this or that,
but she found it
not to be a practical way
of gathering people to talk.
So, one day,
on a whim and with vim in her gut,
she left a cauldron of steaming wants & needs,
but to her dismay,
people stopped for a look and did not stay
for conversation or to even question her
as to what
was really in there.
She thought the prophets cape would be a dead give away,
she thought that it was clear
for people to gather for
sympathy and tea, to make their dreams reality,
when no one stayed, her mind began to
stray and after knock turned into her noggin,
it came to her – she then knew what to do.
With a change of stock, a few added spices
and pickled herring,
people began to flock over to her!
Oh, did I mention that she also posted a sign?
Tell Me Your Troubles and I’ll Hug You.
She never felt such love and respect,
but she didn’t like the soup much.
© dld 3/17/11
for The Muse Is In, prompt #121