Sunday, February 26, 2017

February 26, 2017 The Sunday Whirl #288 -- Sunday's Whirligig #100 -- Poets United Poets Pantry / Once Upon a Time...


Once Upon a Time...

nary a feather upon us          we are furry creatures                 you see

two lockets                            one old and blue                         one new of silver

like the moon                        made of cheese                            polished shiny

or sometimes dull                 i seek the words that will             say the news

tell the tale                            from beginning to end                                  sigh...



at noon                                  the blood is spilled       the red bleeds across the canvas

lunch is served             alabaster oysters shells arranged      on the pink porcelain plates

bloated bellies stuffed with cream       bathed in sauce         the walrus and the carpenter

ambling along the beach       kicking sand in all directions     wading into shallow water

reciting poems                       following their own footprints in the sand      sign...



the earth spins            the sun rises                           to light the world

on this planet         morning is a perfectly good place             to begin the story

we will decide...       once upon a time...     or if we begin at the beginning will it be a jinx

better to begin at the end        our story begins/ends             they lived happily ever after

and what happens after            the truth is there is no beginning/no end             for us

the world continues each morning        we make the bed      and at night it is where we sleep

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9 comments:

  1. I think so too, the difference is how long we are there to see it... but there will be others coming after.

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  2. Wow, that ending hits home. I love this One!

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  3. Each of these stanzas moves in its own circular way. And interesting isn't it how so many things of a person's life are repetitive....

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  4. Make the bed, sleep in it, make the bed, sleep in it.... sometimes the sameness of our days grows wearisome. Well said!

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  5. We are given happiness but it is up to us to recognise it at the time fleeting though it is because we need those memories to sustain in future sad and lonely times.

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  6. I've mentioned before, but you manage to so powerfully integrate the shape and form with your imagery. and then the middle sentence in your penultimate line... ~

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  7. " we make the bed and at night it is where we sleep" so true. ..

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