The Sunday Whirl #290 brims
Sunday's whirligig #102 blights
The Beasts and I
we sit in the circle the beasts and i eating relish
sweet and tart peeling bananas for the pudding the broken levies
allow the tears to flow like blood red rivulets down our cheeks
we listen to the story as the flood waters rise flash floods in the arroyos
there are no delusions we all know how the story ends we have heard it before
you think it is the curse the weakness you feel when you hear the tales of woe
zip, zap, zing a new path is carved a curtain falls
you wander haplessly between the words examine the blank spaces
cry out a boon is granted harlots come to the rescue
smoke curls from the chimney winter's last blast before spring's arrival
your heart broken your life splintered bruises as dark as midnight
sorrow has reached its' brim there will be no revenge the blight has struck again
March 12, 2017
16 comments:
I think the beasts are always way too close for comfort.
I so enjoy your work Annell - always powerful and inventive and truthful too - without ever being too doleful... Great!
Ah those beasts, lurking around every corner, just waiting for an opportunity to move in. Well written!
"flash floods in the arroyos".....a powerful image, as is tears coursing down one's cheeks "like blood red rivulets".........a strong ending in "sorrow has reached its brim." Your imagery is so vivid, Annell. Wonderful.
"zip, zap, zing a new path is carved a curtain falls"
He was so right, 'Life is a stage.'
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Standard today Annell
much love...
Gosh this is soo powerful! Especially "flash floods in the arroyos".
Another tour de force in your special style!
Yes....it does seem we do know how the story ends, as the flood waters continue to rise.
bruises dark as midnight.... great images in your poem and of course your unique style!
Vivid and powerful.Lovely piece!
Examining the blank spaces....ah, yes, it is exactly that hapless wandering in those blank spaces that makes sorrow reach its brim! Such vivid imagery, Annell.
For the longest time, I thought that the beasts preferred the company of poets. But I've come to realize that poets, just see them more clearly. Powerful writing!
"smoke curls from the chimney winter's last blast before spring's arrival"...bearing the last blast is tough in spite of the spring-future...
Powerful write, Annell. Imagery solid yet moving ever deeper. The beasts are ever with us,
Elizabeth
Powerful poem Annell. So hard to endure those beasts when they are so strong. Beautiful writing.
love the different ways to read this! three vertical stripes, or all across then down... fascinating in several ways
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