Sunday, June 26, 2011

Lions

Lions are wash-outs at counted cross stitch,
Disasters at building model battleships,
And show no aptitude for playing the piano;

They have feet the size of pancake griddles,
Brooking no bullshit--
Where they stand,
The earth stays.

Lions make piss-poor babysitters,
And cannot become pope
Or president;

But, as the stumbling gazelle can attest,
At a single touch, lions can impart
Everything in the world that is worth understanding.

_______

Photo by Adam Romanowicz for One Shoot Poetry Challenge

23 comments:

Sioux said...

I had no clue how this was going to end, but wow! The finale was fantastic.

"...feet the size of pancake griddles...wash-outs at counted cross stitch...piss-poor babysitters...stumbling gazelle..." what incredible images.

As usual, Shay, you're able to deftly blend the whimsical with the deadly-serious.

dustus said...

Beautiful ending. ...It's impossible to find a decent babysitter these days! :)

Brian Miller said...

oh but how majestic they are in rending their wisdom on a haunch

ellen abbott said...

oh shay, you do make me shiver.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is brilliant, and so enjoyable to read, with the "feet the size of pancake griddles" (how do you DO it?)The final stanza is nothing less than perfection. Wowzers, kiddo! Whew!

elisasspot said...

DEATH DEATH!!!

and then I giggle and hear Lion King's circle of life song, how could I not? The teens have pulled out the VCR tapes and are watching all of these things, wondering at the lessons hidden within for adults. I like the flash of Powerlessness too. I do not know if you intended that one.

Claudia said...

you make me desiring a lion's touch...

Fireblossom said...

elisa--yes, that was intentional.

repressedsoul said...

Makes me think of every single Leo I've ever known throughout the course of my life ;) I really enjoyed the humorous rollicking of the lion. I'd definitely take another one as a lover lol :p aaaanyway...poem was great Shay. As always your voice is truly original!

brenda w said...

Roar! poor gazelle

Theodore Daniel Richards said...

i saw a lion once in montana in the morning while hiking eating something on a boulder above me...i understood the benefits of sleeping late

Mama Zen said...

That last line is so perfect. It echoes.

hedgewitch said...

How separated we are from the natural world, always warding ourselves from what we also are, with our cross stitch and neediness, trivialized, compared to the reality of that one touch. A master's hand, as always, reveals the bones and lays them bare.

Reflections said...

'Lions are wash-outs at counted cross stitch,
Disasters at building model battleships,
And show no aptitude for playing the piano;'

Caught me in your teeth on this first stanza... then played a bit during the chase until finally... the perfect catch.

Beautifully shared, once again.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Magnificent!

I literally felt the goosebumps rise along my arms when I read your final lines.. and that doesn't happen often.

Beachanny said...

This Leo is roaring with approval - and she can still play the piano but is pretty poor at counted cross stitch! Excellent as always Shay.

Henry Clemmons said...

The survival of the fittest and he is king. A strong message indeed.

Lynn said...

They would make piss-poor babysitters. Good point.

ileana said...

"But...lions can impart everything in the world that is worth understanding." I like that.

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

unexpected ending. Nice

haikulovesongs said...

"Where they stand,
The earth stays"

yeah, baby! i LOVE the things lions can't do well. powerful ending to a delightful poem!

amazing, as always! ♥ d

Daryl said...

It is hard to find good child care isnt .. ;-)

Lolamouse said...

Well said. I love the last line!