troubled thoughts jockey for position, I walk a bit more slowly today.
a runaway truck
barrels through an intersection.
no one is there to be astonished
a cat hugs a dead bird to its breast
the image curls inward
like a snail shell
the mail is late
a condor perches on the mailbox
waiting
people fall out of planes
on fine days and bad
insightful
elephants run from tsunamis
the beach sunbathers
would blame global warming
if they could
politicians jockey for position
elbows out and backs slapping
then settle down into the gloss of the moment
cameras whirl
optics need say nothing
but when the mouths open
it is both historical
and hysterical
imbroglio with meatballs
Raised-up by poets, words fall from the sky.
Then jockey for position, never asking why.
Falling like the rain, for the stories told.
The angels sing-along, with halos of gold.
In the painted desert, the spirit voices trail.
And on a scirocco, their solemn words sail.
Thoughts that strike like lightning, spur the pencil on.
Inspired by the night, to dream of the dawn!
2/16/21
It's a dog-eat-dog,
kill or be killed world.
A vast jungle populated by
two types of individuals;
lions and lambs.
The lions;
greed-driven, ravenous
and opportunistic.
The lambs;
meek and malleable
sitting ducks.
Both jockey for position,
aiming to reach
the pinnacle of power.
Both are propelled by
the desire to succeed.
But unlike lambs,
lions covet power and glory,
at all cost.
In an existential struggle
for survival, ruthlessness
rears its ugly head
as the lions ultimately
devour the lambs to rule
a savage kingdom.
Date written and posted: 05/13/2019
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.