The Sunday Whirligig
Briar Rabbit and the Zodiac
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
periphery
cannot stand up
straight your head down looking from the corners
of your eyes
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
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
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?
January 30, 2016
9 comments:
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.
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
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.
Very interesting and enjoyable read.
ZQ
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.
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.
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...
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...
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
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