THE SAME SAD SONG
snow obscures the image the picture isn’t clear for all the huffing and puffing
in the cornfield maze the way forward obscured
go in circles incapable of finding the way
even the road less traveled no longer visible at the edge of the field we stand
we find traces of those who have gone before follow the path
innocents all pursuing life’s path knap sack full
a marriage of convenience the pilgrim and the journey long or short
the songbird in his yellow dress feathers a deep green
confined to his cage sings the same sad song all day long
May 27, 2017
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The Sunday Whirl/ Wordle #301
I HAVE STOPPED PRETENDING I AM A FARMER
i breathe in the morning in all of its’ quietude
the barking dogs/quiet
perhaps they are still
sleeping no cars can be heard below
in the valley
it is memorial day is everyone quietly
remembering his own special
memory
no church bells peel…yet still early at last the season has changed
first of summer no
longer cold still,
it snowed twice last week
time to get out and about hike the trails skipping stones
blue water reflecting blue new mexico sky
grass is growing in my garden
since i have stopped
pretending i am a farmer i have decided i like grass
and weeds they grow strong and take what they need
without assistance my kitty likes them he
thinks it is his own jungle
he crouches in the grass crack he snaps out
catnip grows in the
garden in the overlapping weeds what fun he has
he is hunting and in his mind’s
eye he is in africa
the big game hunter he seems to make up his story as he goes
along crack
he pops up runs to the wall scales it in one leap
runs up the post and back down again for all the world
he looks like he is
having fun risking life and limb for the game
water seeps from the faucet/the
plants i planted last year are
crimped and squeezed
the grass and weeds take
charge others have to ask
permission/all is a little unruly
May 28, 2017
16 comments:
How i wish we can sing the song of the free bird
flying instead of walking!
I like the marriage of the pilgrim and the journey - and that beautiful bird, sadly caged.
I liked them both and the vivid imagery within.
Two enjoyable reads.
That repetitive songbird is a particularly sad image.
And I love the description of your summer morning in the desert, and the playful cat adventuring! I can see him!
I think the 'convenience ' is what holds us in the walking/staying in the circle. However, going over the edge - not only desire, but a demand of higher vibrations...Glad to see you, Annell. Blessings!
I want to let the bird out of its cage. I love the title "I HAVE STOPPED PRETENDING I AM A FARMER."
Is it really the same sad song? I wonder. Maybe this time we sing it, we forget a word, or mispronounce a word. Another time, we take a breath at the wrong moment, and every subsequent note changes. Or, as you say in your poem, we are "incapable of finding the way forward." But still we sing. And I am going to be the devil's advocate here and say that just because the song sounds sad to us doesn't mean that it sounds sad to someone else. Out of our sorrow, in some strange and wonderful way, tiny, delicate joys may blossom.
wonderfully contrasting poems of sad song of caged bird and the happy summer scenes...
The songbird in it's cage and I think of Maya Angelou... and you have put in references to Frost as well.... love when a few words give me all the other poetry back
Love the contrast between the two poems! Beautifully poignant.
I really like the contrast between the caged bird within the maze, and the playful cat set loose in the wilderness of the deserted garden. Both hold different treasures, as well as dangers. It really is a matter of choice...
Elizabeth
all is a little unruly...all is a little real...think i prefer that unmanicured wildness.,,
Beautifully written pieces. Although each is imbued with its own mood, to me, they are similar in that I sensed the process of trying to free oneself from the myriad of memories, expectations and on-and-on-and-on that dog our days ... and - simply - observe the 'fun' when life is left to unfold 'a little unruly'.
Poor bird caged up and yet your second poem is so joyous - I could picture Issa bold and beautiful as ever xo
Enjoyed reading the poems. Beautiful and profound. I especially liked a marriage of convenience, the pilgrim and the journey and the bird in his cage singing the same sad song.
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