Tomorrow
ride the wheel happiness to sad and back again
the day
starts seems perfectly normal things happen
something
changes suddenly we are on the play yard slide swoosh
to the bottom with all the joy and
laughter a child can muster
we have no idea what awaits at the bottom
we
are in another place the world is suddenly grey
clouds threaten we
feel very much alone we have lost our way
once we are slipping
down there is no turning back no sliding up
down is the only
direction the only way through the house of mirrors
things are
distorted up is down and the other way around
we are not
prepared we haven't packed a lunch made no plans
we fly by the seat
of our pants wrung out wrong side out
there is only one action find the wheel ride again
hang on the sun
will come out tomorrow
April 10,
2016
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The Story of Our
Lives (My Sister and I, Us)
what comes next the
cat and the fiddle the cow jumps over the moon
i reach out from the
covers you are there curled against me sleeping
your breathing soft
and low we are in our own circle of dreams
we have forgotten
what happened in
the waking hours the sun sparkled on
the blood spilled on the side walk the boy shot in the back
he lay where he
fell as if sleeping we said we would never forget
your
childhood mine the boy on the sidewalk
we used to talk
about it told tales of their childhood we sip our coffee
black at coal just
a little cream please on the surface
we look just like
two sisters hopes and dreams in tack
yet knuckles white
from holding
on breaking bones making wishes
tom tom the baker's
son jack jumped over the candle stick
cracked his skull
died on the
spot made his mother cry the story unfolds
until the
end where is that you ask look for the last word
there will be no
more perhaps just a little bird scratch
sometimes the end comes
quickly
unexpected you
hear the siren there is a knock at the door
they huffed and
puffed they followed his blood all the way home
April 20m 2016
Note: This is a mixed up story, about a boy, out to play in the middle of the night, cut his foot, the police banged on the door, they had followed his blood all the way home...scared his mother to death...and all the things that can happen to young people, it is wonder any of them, make it to adulthood.
11 comments:
Thanks for writing with The Sunday Whirl words, Annell. I sure appreciate your work week after week. I also appreciate your notes for today's posting. Wow! What a story. It served as great inspiration for your work. Brava!
I must echo Brenda ... what a story! Bastet
Wow two emotional poems...each a fabulous story....I ride that wheel and slide down that slide many days...a wonderful description that made me smile. Maybe I will smile more on that ride in the days ahead and know it all keeps coming back around.
You know I've finally had a thought, lol. You think it's wonderful that I take two word lists and create one piece. And I find it fantastic that you take the same two lists and with patience and creativity create two very different and strong pieces for the same post. I really like our differences,
Elizabeth
That first piece is such a strong description of how suddenly depression, or its waves, can grip a person....so suddenly that they haven't even 'packed a lunch'! The second is such a unique and interesting twist using the tone of nursery rhymes with danger and adventure and dark intrigue. Very compelling.
In the first poem, I like the getting back on the wheel again. As we do, after each downturn, because our spirits know only Keeping On. I like the fragments of nursery rhymes scattered through the second. Sad story about the boy. I wonder the same thing, it is amazing young people make it through all the dangers.
I like the roller-coaster ride in th first poem (both the real story and as a metaphor), and the story of the second poem made me wonder too...
I agree, both poems are truly exceptional!
And the wheel keeps spinning. Sad to happy and then to sad again. We have to keep riding, keep hanging on...it IS the only way to survive. Thought-provoking, Annell....both poems.
in this cycle of life the sun and tomorrow will make a difference. ..the second one is so compelling...
The first story is so mood-waving, emotional. And I feel some magic through the second story.
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