from first-breath-genesis
inhaled through light
flickering through
eggshell-blue-who-hoo
fusion of stoic struggle
for tenderness
mouth to bountiful breast
seeking close comfort
of warm nest to nestle
nourished by beaks
of other birds
three notes rang-sang-true
why; how; fly;
from thoughts-fountain-spring
magpies sought to steal appeal
of star-spangled-mangled-shine
the jibber-jabber of business
brokered by monkey tree-disease
( in the presence of absence )
siberian-winter-white-froth
foams from chemically induced-cope-hope
chemo-therapy-time-filler-killer
taxes environmentally-free energy
and she misses her own moonshine
under the rolled-lolled
scalped novice-nun shorn
shouldered-stardust-strata
she is not a planet-granite-grey
shaped by helix, dna and heartfelt-heritage
nor simply hips that outgrew rotational pull
of hula hoops to sashay
sauntering sensually in the sway
of feminity
the seasons are like sisters
family foe and friends
in flesh and talking bones
they are the ever changing light
of what we seek
and what
what we find within them
maybe the owl in howl
was misheard
could he have said instead
t'wit
twit
t'wit
t'rue
the journey
the journey
you were given
was a beginning
and an end
what you made of the middle
was like the hey-diddle-diddle
of the cat and the fiddle
pretty much up to you
which way you saw the moon
Author notes
Prompt " Such is Life"
A contest entry
- Such is Life by just mercedes.
4000 points, ended December 3, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my. This is a wonderful poem, unique word constructs as if created on purpose for this expression of a poet's truth. Strong, confident and flowing. Great work. Thank you for this entry.
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ps; birds are quite like snakes
Just Rob confirms, so it must be true!
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Miss P...
Thankyou...if Rust Job confirms it...it's worth thinking about it...thankyou kindly for the mightytribulation...i no longer need de-fibrulation...not since the episode in an ambulance with a red-satin wonder bra...omg all those gasps and relentless questions when 300mg of aspirin from the willow tree would do...cardiac-care isn't what it used to be...birds like snakes...mmmm...always food for thought from your shiny synapses...methinks snakes slither and at least birds...like thoughts...fly...hey you're up early/late...are you wired like me...haven't slept 'round the ol' tickety-tock...have been rambling since everyone else here passed out lol... -
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I was wired---I was out playing records, and it always takes me about 4 hours to wind-down after
anyway, I was thinking of 'shedding'
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Ahh...
lol i understand completely...we were both wired but at different sky-rocket-sockets...yes...shedding...i considered it...do you like my new skin lol...4 hours to wind-down...boy you really climb mountain high...now...where are my boots!
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it's more of a mole-hill so you won't need your boots...barefoot will do!
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oh...
swiftly removes boots and back to barefoot * catches rope*
lol at more of a mole-hill as in all honesty the energy levels aren't up for anyting higher at the mo
talking of higher
heard anymore bout the collab
between Roots and Blunt?
The higher reminded me of his voice
plus of course swinging around on this rope at this altitude lol -
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no, I haven't...have you? I can't see Manuva playing with Blunt, really, but you never know!
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My dearest friend .. you have managed to do something that no person has ever done before .. leave me speechless. I can honestly say I have never read anything that held me so tightly as this did.
My only little comment would be that there are perhaps a few to many hyphonated words .. I'd want to keep them special, because the way you use them is special by putting a lot in they become the norm.
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in truth i know don't know what to say about this, but i did enjoy the word play, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Oh My! I was so engrossed in these words. They roll off the tongue with such a word play here is phenomenal. What an original work of poetry. I "saw the moon" in the brilliance of a skillful poet, musing thoughts that played with my mind. I love this poem and wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love Always & Happy Holidays to YOU &YOURS!
Renee
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Excellent!! Lots of depth and great word-play in this. I really like your unique style. Keep on writing and good luck in the contest.
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Gotta say loving this postcard series of yours...
They always make for an intriguing read...
And maybe the owl asks 'Who? Who? Who?' questioning responsibility of so much change & destruction in an ever spoiling world... Sorry, my turn to ramble... lol!
As always, wonderful bouncy, flowing narrative that enthralled throughout...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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This is very good and has a lot of interesting imagery. The style is unique so I can't really comment there except to say you made it work for you.
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I got caught up in the rhythm of the words, the meanings made me consider many possibilities, an intricate, thoughtful and artistic writing here... excellent...PK
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Yvette . . . once again I thank you for carrying me along on this journey through the wild and vast river of your mind . . . You never cease to amaze me poet . . .
Marc
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you heard it all right!
love your finesse with the hula hoop!
*rhythmcatcher*
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Brilliant!
I've never read anything quite like this ambitious and superbly-worded piece. I love the way you combine words--an imaginative and unique poem. Excellent work.
Best wishes,
Bill
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i love your voice & unique style, always enjoyable and thought provoking
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Bluebells for the poet!
Throngs and carriages full of bluebells for my sweet poet!
The moon above your head..
and the road beneath your feet....
what more can a gypsy want....
The tempo is just great....the word play and prospective
are second to none....
you fill me up with rhyme and wonder and such joy that your in this world with me...
at the same moment in time we live..
and share ...
this must be what it's all about....
words for the ages....
echoing against the high ceilings of taverns...
books of days of yore...
wenches and kings with paupers and thieves and God and hate ...
mixed with lust and merriment...
and cobblestone and meadows..
with beautiful eyes that catch the night...
and tears that ring down through the ages...
sharing it all with my Queen of the slip stream...
my princess on paper....
my light that shares this one moment with me...
this height of ecstasy..
where words meet the lonely heart...
that makes it whole again.
this must be what paradise is like.
Beautiful,
just beautiful,
Liam
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very creative i like it! also good life lessons packed into a poem while making it intresting
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this is one of the most creative writes i've had the pleasure to read! The word-play is brilliantly done and the ending...well, it made me nod my head in agreement. I think this is superb writing. Love, Lane
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excellent
the imagery the use of rhyme and alliteration are all excellent as are the ideas expressed in this wonderful piece. a bit like the seven ages of man/woman.each little stanza says so much.this poem has to be read really slowly to let the subtlety of the words come through.if you were on stage we would be shouting for more.
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Amazing
Extraordinary write, a piece that must be read several times. Love this for some reason:
"what you made of the middle
was like the hey-diddle-diddle
of the cat and the fiddle"...Good job
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What an incredible and intelligent write this is. You are just amazing and I wish I could write comments the way you do. I'm sitting here with my mouth wide-open, just once again so very impressed with this poetic journey you took me on. Simply brilliant and what great word play and innuendos here. I applaud you poet!!!
~ Nicolette
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I simply love this
"the seasons are like sisters
family foe and friends
in flesh and talking bones
they are the ever changing light
of what we seek
and what
what we find within them"
(filing this away to squeeze some essence from it for another time)
Your poem flashes with images as if flipping through an illustrated book, a hatchling's view through the eggshell is such a great way to initiate a poem about life.
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Powerful. This displays the author's intellect and the thought given to the prompt. Very thought provoking!
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A very complex piece which I think shows life is confusing to say the least, and in the end the choice is yours. Very well thought out, with imagination used to advantage.
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Absolutely loved this
Very informative, imaginatively woven..and real life
common sense conversation..yeah, good stuff from start to finish my friend..
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