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The View From Here

Hitting rock bottom
   is not always
   so hard

   There is moss
   in shades of green
   you have never seen




5/24/2019

roses are redlight verse

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Frances Byrne

September 13, 2019 at 1:47 PM

Hi Maureen, Great and so true, Frances

Byron Kaya

June 3, 2019 at 2:19 AM

This is nice.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

June 3, 2019 at 5:52 AM

Thank you Byron :) xomo

Gershon Wolf

May 26, 2019 at 7:43 PM

Devastatingly light verse, my friend. So well-done. FAVE time. ~ gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 26, 2019 at 7:57 PM

Thank you dear! xomo <3

Panagiota Romios

May 25, 2019 at 7:28 PM

Moving. Panagiota

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 26, 2019 at 10:55 AM

Thank you Panagiota :) xomo

Arturo Michael

May 25, 2019 at 8:22 AM

Not always as hard as they say...although it could be far worse than bad any day... All the best Maureen

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 26, 2019 at 10:53 AM

It has absolutely been harder. x

Timothy Mcguire

May 25, 2019 at 12:09 AM

Maybe the moss will bounce you back up on your feet.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 26, 2019 at 10:55 AM

The lushest carpet ;) xomo!

Andrea Dietrich

May 24, 2019 at 8:37 PM

this one is so succinct yet brimming with wisdom. I really like it.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 26, 2019 at 10:57 AM

Thank you Andrea! :))) xomo!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 1:37 PM

John, how astute of you, I said as much to myself quite recently. ;)

Michael Craig

May 24, 2019 at 12:05 PM

I hit rock bottom once and lost everything I lost my house, car all of my worldly stuff. Had to walk places, like when looking for a job. I look it as though moss in shades of green says when you think you hit the bottom you can always go lower. Great poem even if it says something different to me than you mint it to say.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 2:03 PM

Your read is spot on, green means life, something is living down there. I think recognizing rock bottom is that, that lower is six feet under. Thank you Michael. xomo

Jeff Connelly

May 24, 2019 at 10:50 AM

I read other comments on this poem and feel dumb, and realize why you commented back "delighted!" about my "giggle" comment. I read this poem as if I had written it, and so took on my own meaning. You know how goofy my poetry is...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 2:04 PM

Giggles are Gold <3

Eve Roper

May 24, 2019 at 9:42 AM

I don't know about the first stanza, but the second stanza is so true.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 2:05 PM

Yeah, you would not be catching me quoting that out of context ;) xomo

Joanna Daniel

May 24, 2019 at 9:40 AM

Ha ha, nice one, Maureen:)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 2:09 PM

Thank you Jo! :) xomo!

Lady Labyrinth

May 24, 2019 at 9:15 AM

hmmm, not sure how all those who are doing it rough tonight sleeping on the streets, or in a cancer ward or viewing a loved one in a morgue would feel about your take on shades of green. interesting seeing it from your perspective though. that's my perspective...lol

Lady Labyrinth

May 24, 2019 at 9:50 AM

I have read all your work Maureen,here in Poetry Soup, at least. Your brain is not mouldy by a long shot, it is sharp as a whip, intelligent. Leanne

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 9:42 AM

The mould, that's me not trusting my brain. x

Lady Labyrinth

May 24, 2019 at 9:32 AM

x. I have read it. I do understand homelessness.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 9:28 AM

A mold metaphor would make an excellent poem too.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 9:27 AM

Poetry's privilege. I know. I have been homeless. My own perspective is Traumatic Brain Injury. Over 20 years not understanding it's affect on my life. I invite you to read my "Normally my mind's a meadow". One too many blows to the head has changed everything. I have a tunnel now. With light.

Lady Labyrinth

May 24, 2019 at 9:17 AM

mold/mould (depending on your home country spelling), is a definitely good place to start. penicillin, fixes a multitude of ailments. It's a good poem Maureen, your level of optimism is commendable.

Line Gauthier

May 24, 2019 at 8:49 AM

I love this gem, Maureen. You're a true optimist... or at least you have your moment. Lovely.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 30, 2019 at 8:23 AM

Thank you Line! <3

Jeff Connelly

May 24, 2019 at 8:06 AM

A wonderful giggle came out of me reading this Maureen. A great use of perspective. Thanks.

Jeff Connelly

May 24, 2019 at 10:42 AM

Reminded me of getting drunk and falling down. Though on the ground and with my head bleeding I can't help but be amazed by the close up micro scenery that one usually doesn't get to see.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

May 24, 2019 at 8:08 AM

I am delighted, a giggle! Thank you my friend! xomo