Don't Be a Monkey
leaves rustling as
they are blown down the dry creek bed
looking for
rocks some in the shape of hearts some exactly like eggs
tears roll down my
cheeks it would be blasphemy to say anything i could have done
would have changed
the outcome still i have regrets am plagued by wishes
the deck was
dealt the future was written as sure as if it had been written in
stone
the leaves
dried crumbled and fell from my hands
nothing to keep but
my memories which I have tied in a blue cloth
we travel this way
only once if there is a chance to be anything else don't be a monkey
sleeping the day
away in the branches if the plague is at hand be smart
head for the
hills where the air is sweet and your children will be safe
what is done has
been done and now you drag it along like a puppy on a string
March 15, 2015
19 comments:
I love what you did with these words! The structure, too, is really interesting. I especially liked this part:
if there is a chance to be anything else don't be a monkey
sleeping the day away in the branches if the plague is at hand be smart
head for the hills where the air is sweet and your children will be safe
We can never escape that sorrow.. we can just keep looking for the path.. lovely Annell
How interesting Annell - your work is always so fresh and carries depth and an artistic sensibility too... Always enjoy my visit - thank you... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
This is one of my favorites of yours, Annell. It can be read on many different levels. If only we could all head for the hills where the air is sweet & be safe....from everything!
" still i have regrets am plagued by wishes"...so deeply touching & heartbreaking...
We all have wishes and regrets, They might grow heavy as we head for the hills thinking of being safe, but safety has its own cost, like everything else. Beautifully woven Annell, and this form really suits you,
Elizabeth
Yes, we always think of what we should have/could have done. Regret hurts. So does missing one so beloved. I love the idea of us dragging what has been done along like a puppy on a string.........great description, as it does keep tripping us up, just like puppies do.
I love the imagery in this and the universalism of having regrets....that ending too...wow, dragging it along like a puppy on a string...powerful! This is one of my absolute favorites of yours :-)
I love the imagery in this and the universalism of having regrets....that ending too...wow, dragging it along like a puppy on a string...powerful! This is one of my absolute favorites of yours :-)
I love the imagery in this and the universalism of having regrets....that ending too...wow, dragging it along like a puppy on a string...powerful! This is one of my absolute favorites of yours :-)
Deep images and heartfelt regret....powerful
The burden of memories is very heavy and we drag them around with us for the rest of our lives. They are both cherished and cursed and we cling to them because they are ours. It is no help to know others have theirs too as ours are very precious to us alone.
Talking to ourselves is good, but then we must let go and see what happens when we do..nice piece.
Talking to ourselves is good, but then we must let go and see what happens when we do..nice piece.
Love the encouraging thoughts here...'head for the hills' - the way....keep memory but let the soul to pick the new road ~ Always love your poetic form, Annell
Yes..it is all too tempting to drag the past along with us but as you say that can be a monkey on the back...a wise and touching poem..more than anything i wish it wasn't so..
Annell, what a sorrowful and visual write. I hope you are doing okay, my friend.
Pamela ox
There's always the chance, I think, to be something other than a monkey, but actually grabbing the chance is sometimes a tricky thing.
Another Baja Whirl
i found the end so sad...dragging along like a puppy on a string...though we do afterward...and wonder how we could have changed things...putting so much power and responsibility on ourselves...
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