Tried to bang me down in a box
At the bottom of the sea
With a thousand million locks...
Mama was their Queen.
She tell me do right,
And toe the line,
Or she smash me to smithereens.
Sorry, Mama,
I'm a flock that scatters and spins;
Turns once, turns twice,
Then comes together again.
I always been this way.
Don't cotton much
To rules and such.
That's all I got to say.
_____
Top photograph: Charlotte Gainsbourg
aint much sense in staying in the box they try to put you in...
ReplyDeleteOh SHAY!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is spare, and wiry,
just the way
this bear of little
attention
can follow
and enjoy
much!
Did I inspire today's
gem?
Wow!
And my special companion-
K I T T Y!
You made both of us very happy today. (like other days)
Need I mention,
I relate to the subject
matter?
Or did you dedicate this one
to
you
&
me
?
Warm Aloha from Waikiki
Comfort Spiral
> < } } ( ° >
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me neither
ReplyDeleteYou could be writing about our 2-year-old! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt starting to become a huge fan of yours.
ReplyDeleteGreat title there. :) Love the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteWe're all so glad you could not be contained in that box. What a loss that would be...
ReplyDeleteThere's a box? Shay-sized? With a lock and key? I don't believe it. Surely chopped up and used for firewood years ago.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy when you take on different dialects and patterns of speech .. I'm deep in GA right now, fits right in.
ReplyDeleteA pretty effective mix of the coal voice with the FB imagery, esp in that third stanza. The world is full of people who can't be happy unless they've put everything that disturbs them in a box and locked it away. But as you note, you have to catch it first, and its hard to keep it there even then.Boxes were made to be escaped from by us Houdini types, even with chains included. (and while I admire the fittingness of the last line, I do doubt that's all you have to say. ;_) )
ReplyDeleteGot your own rebellion now, huh?
ReplyDeleteWhat else would/could there be to say?
ReplyDeleteAint no box big enough, aint no lock strong enough, to fence you in, kiddo. And we are so happy about that.
ReplyDeleteMy sister was just saying she hates coming back home and is expected fit the box, rag-tag decades old, they have saved for her. Well she didn't say it like that, but that's what she meant. ;)
ReplyDeletevery interesting. 'fightful'. :)
ReplyDeleteToo often, Mama and Papa are the queen and king of pressing down the thumb.
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I'm just going to say "amen" because it's wonderful to be true to who you are.
ReplyDeleteAgreed with Hedge -- Coal voice, FB imagery -- like that school that split into those two voices comes back together here, this once, to offer an anniversary middle digit to the keepers of the soul cages at the bottom of the sea .... Being my virtual element, I know everyone eats to survive, and the father in my dream last night who so scolded me for taking too lightly his death (he hasn't yet, but the dream was forboding) had the heft and feel of my submarinal cage's bars ... What a perfect solution, to scatter like a school of fish that looks like one fish into a million flashes and then get it back together when the threat has wolfed on some other poor denizen o' the heart. So when I scream "Get behind me Satan!" I really mean sending my hindparts swimming behind his dream-dark nastiness. Flawless kitty kitty kitty. - Brendan
ReplyDelete"Mama was their Queen.
ReplyDeleteShe tell me do right,
And toe the line,
Or she smash me to smithereens."
oh yeah! we KNOW how Mama be!
the world {hell ~ the universe!} is a better place with the un-boxed Shay in it!
♥