Sometimes I wish I could hitch-hike with Walt
and his blades of grass, or walk in the steps of Alexander
and toss stones at kings. Beggars and bootlaces tighter
than a flock of sheep,
with a wolf on the prowl.
And then there's Ernest's grumbling belly, when the steelheads
aren't biting. Tilt your hat to the right
and tighten your belt on a dark grey sky
and that
Monday kinda Tuesday ain't half bad.
But, you still own the darkness and those tossed stones.
While the grass is never greener
when the wolf has his smiling hooks
with those big teeth,
his great big eyes,
and you know he sees you
and your empty basket...
except for the darkness inside.
At least I have my old friend.
Author notes
Prose Prompts:
Written Guide http://allpoetry.com/poem/2878632
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Gravitation http://photographicvisionary.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=4785200
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Walt Whitman
Alexander Pope
Ernest Hemingway
and a bit of
Buk
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Great tone. This really sounds like you. Very nature, and casual and very laid back. It's just how I picture your personality to be.
"Monday kinda Tuesday ain't half bad"
Great line. Has a jazzy feel.
I love the format and the pull tug feel of the last stanza. Really ties it together. Ya did good.
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Hmmm...so this is how you do it, write from the mental journey, the important places and people who help us create the person we become, wonderful expressive writing, creative, imaginative...PK
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...I don't think Walt would feel slighted in the least!
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wunnerful stuff!
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Just excellent, thanks for the links too. Very inspirational penning. Loved this.
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While I waited for you page to open, I sit here working my way through my first cup of java;making a poor attempt at waking up. Outside the world is grey with a ferocious dark cloud on the horizon. I turn, I read, take an excited gulp from my cup!!! The synapses that start firing begin to make those dark clouds look like child's play. I LOVE it when you do that!!! oookaay I'm awake!! LOL!
I will have to come back and read your inspiration's poem later...must make my way into the day... so I have bookmarked it. The photo is a great back up to your work here... sets the tone rather nicely. And thank you for adding the link, its a site worthy of checking out... sooooooo
I'm not that familiar with Buk, wasn't sure if I got at first.. but then to me as I read I thought of the edgy cynisim of Dorothy Parker..My very first thought as I finished, "but then, misery loves company doesn't it?" Then I wondered, what their wolves might have looked like?
Using the cunning of a wolf you have eased the reader on a thought provoking journey. Even giving the reader a light hearted chuckle and the nodding of the head when reading an apt description of Ernest. The reader is unwittingly lead to the basket, suddenly realizing where they are, surprised to find they are not at the basket but in it! Suddenly all eyes are on you...you are encircled by citrine orbs glowing in the dark. And the spine chilling thought crosses your mind, this isn't the author's basket, it's YOURS!!
Uhmmmm....Richard, want company???
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I like this. Some really good imagery and a couple of suggestive parts that bring on contemplation. Well-penned and best of luck to you.
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Oh yeah, I have those same buds ... with a few select others
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I adore this penning of yours, dear Scribe. Walt would be mighty pleased to have you along on the journey, my Friend. 
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