+++++++++++++++++ SLIPPERY
Three ice covered rocks
sure footing is not assured
balance is the key
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Notes : My sister wanted to know more about this poem.
What did it mean , if anything? She thought it sounded simplistic.
But she knows me and some of my facets , nuances and quirks.
Etc. So , OK , Anne in Ocala , Florida , here you go.
Three icy rocks Childhood , adolescence and adulthood.
Sure footing not assured No guarantees in this world.
Lots of forces at play. Best to pay attention.
Balance Not always easy to stay upright. Even with our best efforts
So thats a little about this poem.
Yes perhaps more to discuss.... perhaps not.
Glad to listen to others on this one. Im just a scrawler.
And Ill buy you a coffee at the diner if you make it to Eastport , Maine.
Patrick March 4 2021
Categories:
scrawler, adventure, allegory, america, analogy,
Form: Haiku
The split level blinks
at Chestnut End under
twilight's tremble, ripping me,
the oily menhaden bait,
from the under boot
The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down
then plunges-up the flotsam
village scrawler
the way you talk
to a blooming night blooming
to a blow-fish blown unsuspecting
of the scuttle, skating the wake away
The insomniacs billow from
their raged ranches, wisely,
and after supper, tumbling
the trickster tumbledowning
the scrawler, the baitster
dip-fished in his own inkwell.
Ripped and chipped
in my underbrush
I hunker down loading
the mossy mossbunkers
inside my spitball.
Kicking, winding up
tumbling down madly aiming
for the ramshackle fence,
escaping once again
in my handsome
lederhosen.
Categories:
scrawler, confusion, mental illness,
Form: Free verse