The winds of change are a fickle lot
They care not where they blow.
And so, when caught up in the blast
You do not always know
Just where you land and if you’re safe
But, one thing is quite clear:
You always land and break your heart;
An ever-present fear.
The things you say, the things you do
In your world sounded right.
But, then you get the message, loud,
Your actions caused a blight.
Now, I am happy by myself
I’ve learned by lessons hard
That I’m not wired to have friends
I’m always on my guard.
I ask you now, it this the way
That friends interrelate?
Or is it I, am I the one
Who cannot contemplate,
Which way someone is going to jump
If I say something wrong?
You’d think after all the years I lived
Something would come along
And, show me why I cannot make
A lasting friendship work.
I cannot believe in all this world
That I’m the only jerk.
And so, I fall back on the way
I’ve learned to cope with life.
I quietly withdraw myself,
Removed from all the strife.
It works for me; I’ll overcome
And soon return, myself.
But, then that means that I will fall
Back into what I left.
So, never gracefully enough
To emulate a swan,
I will instead just be a duck
And duck with no élan
Back into my little hole;
My psyche needs some mending.
I will return when things are calm.
The cycle is unending.
Author notes
There is no need to comment on this. I was just having a bad weekend. I am not even sure why I am posting it, except that I feel the need. If you do not like it, ignore it. And, please, do not try to analyze what I am trying to say; I know, you do not.
Written April 30th, 2005
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Thank you. I am glad you can relate. It makes it not as lonely out here. As for my comment on commenting, I got a really bad comment from someone around that time. How bad my poetry is, it is garbage, should be thrown away, do myself a favour and not write, those kinds of things. I am perhaps a bit too thinned skinned.
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No need to comment? I think it's fantastic. Maybe I just see myself, and everyone likes mirrors (when nobody's watching). You start off with the abstract, and flow very smoothly into the tangible.
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lol it was a very good poem indeedy
have you read Horse by Edwin Muir
that was the first poem that sprung to mind when I read those lines
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This was prompted by a friend lashing out at me for a posting I made. Insead of coming to me and talking about it, they just deleted it. There was nothing wrong with the post, they were afraid others would misinterpret it. So, this is my usual answer when things get to me. And I am glad you picked up on the duck/swan thing. Thank you for the comment. I appreciate them very much.
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I loved the flow of this poem. It never stopped going, and I wanted to carry on reading your words. I do not know what you mean with this poem, but thats what makes it interesting isnt it?
So, never gracefully enough
To emulate a swan,
I will instead just be a duck
I love that imagery... Swan's are graceful, and ducks are so clumsy. It was jsut perfect wording... Great great imagery. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing! -
Does that mean I am not worth the effort? LOL It would not surprise me. Thank you for commenting. I really do appreciate it.
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Thank you most kindly. Just being my usual self. I appreciate the reading and the comment.
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Funny how I should have read this first...
I would have known you after the last verse
Thin skinned friends lash out from blinds
perhaps from weights carried upon their spines.
But thats what they choose, thats how they walk
like writing our names in the rain with just chalk.
But even a glance of a meet of a hi
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There is definite truth here. I am having one of those weeks myself. This was very well written.... very emotionally evocative!
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Thank you. I find it true for me. And I wonder at times, considering the kind of person I am, if it is worth the effort of making friends. Sensitive people are just destined to be loners, I guess.
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Perfect
This is just so darn true, I'm going to have to bookmark it as a reminder. Thanks so much for writing this, it's perfect in all four; form, meter, rhyme and thought. Applause! -
Yep, more or less. Just one of my slippings into the hole. Writing helps. At least I have this outlet now. I do not know how I made it through my life withou writing. Well, music helps, but the SO is envious of the time and talent, so I backed off of that. And my mom helped, but she very inconveniently up and died on me, leaving alone to deal with me. LOL All in all, I am doing better. I just have to learn to tippy-toe around the big, fat egotistical feet around me.
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Hi, I can take care of my enemies, God protect me from my friends? a very good write with a lot of sadness underneath, a friendship is like a marriage, through the good and bad times, pity most don't think of it this way, it's very good as a poem, the flow is smooth and meter is right on, It also has a lot of emotion which you paint well with your words,life's a bitch,great my friend an excellent write, hugs Di
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