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
February 26, 2017
9 comments:
I think so too, the difference is how long we are there to see it... but there will be others coming after.
Wow, that ending hits home. I love this One!
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....
Make the bed, sleep in it, make the bed, sleep in it.... sometimes the sameness of our days grows wearisome. Well said!
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.
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... ~
" we make the bed and at night it is where we sleep" so true. ..
Stellar closing on this one!
Truth.
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