Sunday, January 31, 2016

January 31, 2016 The Sunday Whirligig /Briar Rabbit and the Zodiac --Sunday's Whirl #235/ There is No Fix --Poets United

The Sunday Whirligig

Briar Rabbit and the Zodiac

icy snow predicted for later in the day      we are in our dens         warmed by the fire

i am reminded of your icy cold fridge heart      your behavior        in the town

if the zodiac was made up of characters from the briar rabbit stories        you are briar fox

with your sniveling ways    lacking the honesty to be yourself       your attempt to disguise

gives way to your mealy mouth demeanor   pressing for something     you huddle at the
                                                                                                                     periphery

cannot stand up straight        your head down                     looking from the corners
                                                                                                                     of your eyes

your words have slashed and burned               left cuts                    drawn blood

you walk away             the shrugs of your shoulders indicate           you don't understand

or you don't care                    satisfied                   you have gotten the attention you crave

it was all about you               you are an accident waiting to happen        now with intention

debris scattered behind you               left for others to sort out                         clean up

swooping in like vultures            debating what happened                         no one quite sure

we are briar goats                     with our furry beards                     make good pack animals

January 31, 2016

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Sunday's Whirl #235

There is No Fix

the sky is overcast                  a grey blue                       a woodpecker flies by my window

hours pass very fast                i check the time         i look up and many hours have passed

not time enough                      or very slow                     especially when i look back

to see behind my action          i anchor myself                 to my work

so i do not risk floating away      into the grey blue sky   the woodpecker teamed up with
                                                                                                                       a magpie

they have disappeared from sight        facts do not really matter              only feelings

two against one                       a sorry state of affairs                with many direct hits

afterwards the feelings were heavy       a certain ending reached               something lost

each day is a risk                    words do matter                         and actions too

sometimes there is no fix       humpty dumpty agrees    for when he fell from the wall

he couldn't be put together again       a sorry way to start a new year    and to end

                                                                                       the first month...of the new year

Note: I wonder....do you think it has all been written, and we are simply actors on a stage? There are surprises, but later it seems if we could have just seen behind the curtain, it would have all been clear and there would have been no surprises? Some endings cannot be avoided....and when they happen how I long to have known...what would happen next. I always think my actions may have been different?

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9 comments:

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh I have encountered briar fox many a time...not someone I want to see. And I think your poem echoes my feelings about some of the callous, mean-spirited words and actions we seem to see so much today. Then reading the second poem I wondered is there really no fix. I guess for some things sadly not. I hope this second month of the new year unfolds better.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved both the poems. Incredible write. I do believe that perhaps everything is written in the stars and wish that we could see behind the curtain. Would make things easier :)


Lots of love,
Sanaa

brudberg said...

I wonder if we have not met those characters who suck our life away... I hope they are to blame, so the cannot put the blame on stars... great write.

R.K. Garon said...

Very interesting and enjoyable read.
ZQ

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "we are briar goats" so much! And the accuracy of how such instances as the one you write about always is all about that other person, who detonates, debris falling on those in their path. I know what you mean in your note about wishing we could have known. But the outcome would not have been any different, just our participation might have been earlier or more aware. You write beautifully, my friend.

Mary said...

Ah, I do see that you were influenced by the weather. I understand that! The first poem seems to be about disillusionment, and the second about words and actions. As far as your question, I think really it is a blessing that we cannot know what will happen next...in many cases.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv both poems. I was surprised in the second one you chose not to fly even in fantasy with the magpie and the woodpecker. Instead you chose to anchor
Your self in reality

Much love...

Gillena Cox said...

Luv both poems. I was surprised in the second one you chose not to fly even in fantasy with the magpie and the woodpecker. Instead you chose to anchor
Your self in reality

Much love...

Jae Rose said...

I think much has been written but we have the chance to tell it in our own way - magpies..treasure seekers..free spirits, wonderers and wanderers..that we make it our own makes it new perhaps? No one writes like you - in form, imagination or creativity..that is magic..and i hate those who leave debris..thankfully we have the anchor of pens and paper xo