There have been people in my life who have truly fooled me. Not many, but some.

Sometimes, all it takes to write something whimsical…something not very self-explanatory…is a negative experience. I think many of those kinds of experiences helped turn me into a whimsical writer. It may be a bit like so many comedians who attribute their sense of humor to dealing with life’s extreme challenges.

Are you wired that way? Do you find a smile on your face when others frown at you? Do you look for reasons to be happy? Or do you prefer to let dreary circumstances dictate the course of your day? If you choose to be happy, how do you handle the negatives?

For me, writing has always been an outlet for the myriad of words and ideas in my head. And often a thinker, a ponderer is misunderstood as someone who’s too quiet or disconnected. I can assure you when I’m staring into space it’s not because a vacuum has occurred in my brain. Quite the opposite. Sometimes something as insignificant as a single blade of grass can stimulate those sensory neurons into overdrive. That’s not to say a masterpiece is automatically on its way…in fact, many times it’s not. It just means my fingers get to work on the words my brain sends their way. And I get to enjoy this never-ending process called writing.

Here’s one of those whimsical ponderings from way back in 1977…

And He

And he peered up through the water,
And I saw his shining face,
And his smile was like piano keys
So very much in place.
And he was a very happy man,
And he always laughed so much,
And he found a hope when no one could.
Yes, he surely had the touch.
But where is he now when we need him?
Why has he left us high and dry?
Can’t he peer up from the water;
I wish he’d peer up from the water.
He could make me smile if he would only try.
And I see him coming back now
And he wears his famous smile.
It’s just a picture of King Neptune,
And he fooled me all the while.

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1977  March 17

Your whimsical writer,