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Wake up grumpy
tired
much older than yesterday.
Day fifty-seven,
an irrationally
not nice
non-round number,
since defiantly challenging daughter,
with the contextual right-brain unhealthy intelligence
of a sociopathic alligator,
last came home from school
or anywhere without me.
Remembering her school's response
when I suggested her six-hours-per-day aide
five days per week
not be switched out every week
or two.
She doesn't do well with transitions
including interpersonal change,
lack of power to control
a significant Other's time
to stay
and go.
While aware this is an issue,
their larger concern was burn-out.
Aides couldn't tolerate the intensity
of her hostility
and constant need
need
need for attention,
for food,
for distraction,
for action,
for...
Wondering how the best of her school supporters
would feel after 228 consecutive
six-hour shifts
Without any supervisor
capable of reassuring me
or him
or her
or them
or us
of how many more to go
without adequate social distancing
within our lumpy quarantine space.
No possible reassurance
or warning
we're just getting started,
about to end,
over the hump,
or not so much,
actually.
Perfect.
Definite only about feeling humped out
and jumped in
lack of ease,
sucked out potential for unguarded rest.
Feeling sorry for myself,
yes,
but also for her,
and for all of us
who have taken risks
to give long-term care
where receiving care in response
is not a reasonable
or compassionate
expectation of hope-filled ways,
faithful truths,
loving lives
Quietly waking up grumpy
in unsolidarity
unsolitary confinement.
“Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare”
William Blake
With a fragile earth warm, I lure my Labeo rohita.
Minute minnows manage many magical Mackerels.
Shrimps attract snapper, arowana, and tilapia.
Aren't baits also in the form of bread, biscuits, and bagels?
Best cows as baits to lions, fleshy fawns as baits to tigers
Live dogs lure the crocodiles, and greens charm the elephants.
Covets, cravings, wants, wishes, inclinations, and desires
Are poured into the human psyche to find their relevance.
We consume the bait. Baits consume us. Irrationally!
With their colour, form, shape, beauty, and lure, I'm imprisoned.
I enter this trap, this hole, and this grave casually.
I struggled all through my life as though fate had commissioned
The piece of butter and cheese, with bread and fish relishes
Which being, I do not know, enjoys each of these dishes?
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
You drifted away like a feather
You can do so much better
You wear a humongous sweater on a hot day
You senselessly wear nothing on a cold day
You need to think things through right now
Do you love to be around me? Tell me somehow
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
You’re like a spring of sunshine,
Coming my way – it must be a sign
You’re kind enough to stay longer than expected
I’m thankful you understand that I was neglected
I’m oh so sorry for hurting your delicate feelings in the rather long-gone past
I broke your heart in the dark and you ran away from my grasp with empty goodbyes
You wince with pain in your eager-clustered eyes…not all joyous moments last
You deserted the dire dilemma of a thousand lies…I can hear your echoing cries
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
I should’ve known better than to let you down again and again
I apologize for behaving irrationally and obliviously all of the sudden
I could’ve lifted you so much higher than the highest mountain
I had allowed fear to cave in on my senses…alone in my shadowy den…
Why was I the one to blame for your issues?
Why was I the one to place my feet into your shoes?
Why did you aimlessly walk away from me?
Why did you abruptly abandon me spitefully?
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
How come you’re gone away so soon?
You flew away like a butterfly out of its cocoon…
How come you left me in the shadows of an uneventful afternoon?
You knew I would hurt without you, dear friend
There is a beloved beginning to your lonesome end
Why did you decide to simply disappear?
Why did you doubt with such pitiful fear?
Why did you go astray?
Why did you walk away?
Don’t walk away or I’ll be in hideous dismay
Don’t run away in the ray of our uniquely unifying day
Don’t gallop away graciously into the moonlit magnificence all the way
Don’t run away from your problems or they will worsen
Don’t walk away from your significant solace adrenalin
Why did you walk away?
I ask to myself with naïve curiosity
Why did you go astray?
Your clever ways are far from witty
Why can't I be free?
I never imagined this would happen to me.
Stuck inside this house,
unable to walk on my feet,
locked doors and sticky notes
everywhere for me to read.
Why can't I be free?
My mind is shutting down;
it feels like a catastrophe.
I'm getting mad at myself
because of these difficulties.
I look into familiar faces,
but I can't recognize my own family.
Why can't I be free?
Everyone is walking around
while I'm trapped inside of me.
I can see the ones I love,
but there is no memory.
Their faces are right before my eyes,
yet they're strangers staring back at me.
Why can't I be free?
Sometimes I'm acting irrationally.
Solitary confinement
feels like the place for me.
I'm locked inside a prison,
trapped within my own reality.
Why can't I be free?
This disease is taking
everything away from me.
There may be no cure,
no promise or possibility.
As my memories slowly disappear,
I'm afraid of what will remain of me.
BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE FREE,
BUT WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES,
THERE'S NO MEMORY
STARING BACK AT ME.
Winds of change blow in time’s course clear
waft from an unseen end to unknown another
the momentum they gather from the power
the history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the message
the current events provide can’t be altered,
the aim they read on social landscape page
people delicately design can’t be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on time in the gusty squall
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the dust deep
new generations of belief and value emanate
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply
transforming fast and invisibly the core insipid
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands current times make irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alters
with changing pictures it holds but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If winds of change blow too strong and abrasive
everything on way crumbles beyond recognition,
so savagely they gust nothing survives to retrieve
the wreckage can’t be swept aside, it stays on
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
August 31, 2017.
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but usual antics of contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power
the spurt of history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the coded message,
the current events provide can’t ever be altered,
the intent they read on the social landscape page,
people delicately design, can never be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale,
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on decayed time in gusty squall,
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of summer the winds sweep,
and bury under thick sands of the senile time.
The indomitable spirit rises from the debris,
new generations of beliefs and values emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
and the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply,
transforming fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing a sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede,
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed,
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands of current times made irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alter
with changing pictures it holds, but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If the storm is strong, wrecking civilization landscape,
everything on its way crumbles beyond recognition.
So savagely the winds surge nothing survives to retrieve
from the wreckage that can’t be swept aside, it stays on,
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
July 3, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (4), Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I don't believe children could or would,
or even should,
distinguish between
what is naturally healthy or pathological
and what is spiritually wealthy or anemic
any more than they would distinguish between economic health
and political wealth of power,
energy,
nutrition,
fuel,
strength and nurturing endurance.
And I believe adults are irrationally LeftBrain dominant misled,
and misleading,
to divide otherwise.
When I listen to my kids
before I begin to share my guilts and shames
and internal violence and fears and angers,
occasionally they remind me
we all started out as grace-filled immigrants
into Earth's matriarchal sacred embrace.
Although,
it was easier to hear this reminder
when they were still newborn.
Bygone recollected reflections while perched atop storied roof...
years gone by now with a poof
constituting one garden variety generic goof
bolle yours truly sprawled himself aloof
The celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority thrice score plus deux years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop the spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer (uplyfted Dharma) bum
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but the usual antics of a contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
As days go, this has not been one of the best
But after giving myself a good talking to
I've realized not all days are created equal
It's the lunatic fringe that are wreaking havoc
Ask anyone on the street and I'm certain
99.9% are peace loving folks who just want
To be left alone to live a happy and peaceful life
But these degenerate sub humans
Insist on carrying out these cowardly barbaric acts
Randomly attacking totally innocent people!
However, by reacting irrationally, we run the risk
Of becoming as radical and evil as these lunatics
Calmer heads MUST prevail
Hopefully one day in the not too distant future
These barbaric acts of cowardice will cease
They MUST cease in the name of all that is good!
© Jack Ellison 2015