So many posts this week! Lucky you.
The End.
Hands tick continuously,
so fast.
Ninety-seven years past,
time races conspicuously.
Quick and rapid downfall.
One week
and she's so weak,
can't get out of bed at all.
Exhausted, curled up
in fetal,
looking so feeble.
Can you bring her a cup
of life water from
that fountain,
so she can climb a mountain
again. Listen to the heater hum.
Tears flow softly,
door closed.
Gotta keep it composed.
Make yourself some coffee.
How long will it be?
Weeks maybe,
though none can foresee.
Months? I'm guessing three.
Friday Night in the Village - 1999 (a Pantoum)
Humdrum is the village.
Twelve legs pumping.
Consider it a privilege
to run and fall "Tub-Thumping."
Twelve legs pumping
up and down the street.
To run and fall "Tub-Thumping."
consider it a treat.
Up and down the street,
the flashlight dance if cops,
Consider it a treat
of fun that never stops.
The flaslight dance of cops.
See the bubblegum dish
of fun that never stops,
correctly count and wish.
See the bubblegum dish.
The unfortunate ones did not
correctly count and wish
so they rob and get caught.
The unfortunate ones did not
grow up in BFE.
So they rob and get caught.
That's life unfortunately.
Grow up in BFE,
humdrum is the village.
That's life unfortunately;
consider it a privilege.
*I would like to point out that most of my class had no idea what this last poem was about although they seemed to like it. I don't believe in having to explain poems but in this case I will (although most of my readers should understand.) 1. "Tub-Thumping" is the song by Chumbawumba that goes I get knocked down but I get up again... 2. The cops and robbers in this story are figurative (except in the second to last stanza.) It refers to the childhood game so aptly called Cops and Robbers. 3. Bubblegum dish is another childhood game played either in jump rope or in order to decide who is "it." Bubblegum bubblegum in a dish, how many pieces do you wish? 4. BFE is slang for in the middle of nowhere. For a more literal definition, see Urban Dictionary.
Lauryn - I'm really enjoying your poetry. I love this last one. I can just picture you and your friends on Washington Street running through the yards and alley playing. Seems like such a long time ago.
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