March 2017
While my three children were young, I wrote just enough poetry to give me an inkling that I might have an aptitude for it, but I wasn’t brave enough to throw my earning potential aside until my family was grown and I’d worked for a number of years. As time went on, I came to regret not having devoted myself to writing much earlier in life. The “now or never” decision came about 20 years ago—my late-in-life career—and the process of creating a poem still gives me enormous satisfaction. I’m gratified that my poetry is widely published in the small press and equally gratified by becoming part of a larger community of writers. For my publishing credits:
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A Full Measure of Satisfaction
I always wanted a full measure of satisfaction.
You took a gamble—you knew what this might come to.
Never did I imagine it would lead to this reaction.
Up to your ass in lies and covert factions—
You have no idea what you’ve put me through!
I always wanted a full measure of satisfaction.
I never lost my knack for addition and subtraction.
How many people did you think you could screw?
Never did I imagine it would lead to this reaction.
That slight-of-hand, a mere numerical contraction?
Don’t try to claim you never knew.
I always wanted a full measure of satisfaction.
I won’t be gulled by any more of your transactions.
Now you’ll pay the price—what’s true is true.
Never did I imagine it would lead to this reaction.
How could you expect me not to take some action?
Play the game, bastard, the debt will come due.
I always wanted a full measure of satisfaction.
Never did I imagine it would lead to this reaction.
-first published in my chapbook Raccoon Afternoons
© 2017 Linda M. Fischer
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