Will it take a miracle
(they asked)
for me to get my head out
of my vast
open
spaces?
It would be a miracle
(they said)
if I ever
got ahead
with my dreamy dumbbell drifting ways.
All roads lead to Rome
(I answered)
for me and all my sister
second chancers
sobering up
right under your noses.
There is no miracle
(they insisted)
that could drive home the wisdom
you've resisted
until you see how
we only diss you
because we love you,
silly cow.
The only miracle
I find in it
is that they may all
eat sh--
elled peanuts without me
at the circus I miraculously
ran like hell from.
______ _
For What's Going On?--Miracles.
Music: Entry of the Gladiators
Hey Shay - I enjoyed digging into your poem. It is clever, gritty, and fun.
ReplyDeleteYes, one needs to run like hell from that kind of messaging....and look at you - brilliant poet, wonderful human! Seems like the ones who get dissed the most turn into the most amazing people.
ReplyDelete"we only diss you
ReplyDeletebecause we love you" HaHaHaHa Running was necessary. That they didn't shame her into staying is good sense---but let's call it a miracle! --a miracle that anyone could keep their brain and instincts under such bombardment
Sometimes its difficult to see the wood from the trees - It all become too much - I love the way it works out, and perhaps most things are open ended. Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteI like the first stanza -- thinking of getting one's head out of one's vast open spaces. I feel that way sometimes when there is so much going on in that vastness I can't focus. LOL. I also like the comment that there is no miracle that they could drive home the wisdom resisted. Indeed, sometime they try and try, don't they, and in the end they accomplish nothing, nothing at all. Your poem was indeed worth waiting for! Enjoyed your take.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking as a 'sister second chancer' in life if nothing else, I can only say every brilliant and rueful word of this rings true. I think it's important to go forward with selected appropriate digit extended towards all the 'they's' who say the ersatz advice and think they know how to tinker together someone else's faults into a miracle they can claim for their own. A fine example of the best dish served cold and very dry.
ReplyDeletePerfect!! Loved your poem, each and every word!! Thank you. annell
ReplyDeleteThe ones that dish out those kind of words are the ones with the most cracks in their china! You were wise to run and your poem says it all in a way all your own Shay! (Sorry I have been out of the blogosphere....just got a lot going on right now, and that is all.)
ReplyDeleteWhat a mouthful of an opening question to chew on! One to run like hell from, you amazing poet you!
ReplyDeleteWritten in your signature voice - powerful - yes, run like hell for sure
ReplyDeletesorry - That was Truedessa
DeleteRan like hell, indeed. These people were obviously part of some House of Horrors. I have lived through some similar sh--
ReplyDeleteelled peanuts, which left me questioning myself and my sanity, until finally I ran, too. Tearing someone down in the name of love is perverse. I am firmly in the camp that the end does not justify the means--no matter how well-intended, though I doubt people who employ this tactic actually are. Precision sharp, Shay.
The miracle is you survived this sh-- elled peanuts, and with your sanity quite intact thanks to your bighearted ways, the grace of God. Each line of your poetry, Shay, full of brilliance, full of charm, each stanza limned with humor that won't be subdued. What a pleasure to read, my friend.
ReplyDeleteWow. Just excellent. Love the whole thing but the third and fourth stanzas especially 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
ReplyDelete"we only diss you / because we love you," ....an argument needed to fling away at once. This very difficult running away is truly miraculous. "sh-- elled peanuts"...a brilliant use, Shay.
ReplyDeleteSo far ahead of the curve, near impossible to catch you (in spite of your dreamy dumbbell drifting ways.)
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