The Poetry Bus is a Crooked Line

Here is my poem for the Poetry Bus. The fabulous all right lazy driver is ME! See here for the other riders and my prompt. I'm lazy because I'm using a poem I wrote for the Magpie Tales & One Shot Wednesday memes in January. So, sorry if you've already read it.

But before we get to my poem, here is one from a wonderful woman at my church. Betsy is a great person, and not just because she reads my blog. Ha! And I love her response to the prompt - don't you?

Crooked Line

I am a crooked line

I go where I want

do what I please

but then I risk

getting tangled.

But aren't crooked lines

easier to draw

than straight ones?

Yes, but perhaps 

I need a bit 

more structure.

BBK 4-8-2011

And here's mine:

Crooked Line

I am a crooked line

in all manner of things,

bumping hips with you
as we walk this road.
I veer into the wood
creating havoc
in the underbrush -
no stalker of prey, I.
Over and over
you rescue me
from thorns of
my own making.
There is a spring
in this wood.
Icy water in an
ancient tin dipper.
Thirst quenched,
smiling,
I let you lead
me home.