Corrina (or so she said)

a poem about a redhead

Her brain's forwarding address

Is somewhere in the wilderness

She checked out when Reagan clocked in

And hasn't checked back in again

Perhaps in the end that's what's best

As she would really hate this mess

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

Author's Note

A thought for an old friend

Reviews

[tarag]

We check out in so many ways.
Forwarding address in the wilderness - living our passions instead of following the crowd.
This is probably the concept that will help all of us keep our sanity right now.

[Desert Knave]

Thank you so much. ~Jim

[Michael Sun Bear]

At first read I laughed but then I thought this could be about some form of dementia or severe mental illness.

[Desert Knave]

Thank you. Yeah, it is kind of, in a way, about just shutting down emotionally. Sometimes that seems to be a defense mechanism. ~Jim

[Coyote Poetry]

This world today. I am ready to check out. Nice dance of thoughts. Made the reader think and ponder how she escaped. Thank you, my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Desert Knave]

Thanks. Yeah, it is kind of hard to believe this is what we've become. ~Jim