Monday, October 10, 2011

A Magpie Tale






It takes up the full screen to get attention, read, either online or from newspapers,  not remembering anything after finishing it.

Writing, a way to fondle memories with creative muses, could be misleading after all...

The world changes without us.

The air, invisible, sneaks in without keys, placing its nose on droplets of coffee left on the morning paper.

A king, stands there watching, too fed up to act.

Emotions throw rocks on time wheels, bewildered, disappointed, and sad.

Blame the king for everything? 

Hard to breathe,

Open the window,  the scent of cut grass dances, fresh and cool.

Solace of silence,

We’re not kings.

The earth rotates on circus wheels, but we are the makings of ourselves.

It’s time to let time speak!          




10 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said...

A most eenjoyable post to read.

Yvonne.

annell said...

I like to think about time speaking! And of course the world changes without us, I just try to "keep up."

The Old Raven said...

Thoughtful "take" on this prompt.

Helen said...

'the earth rotates on circus wheels' ... oh, I love that!!!

Mary Ann Potter said...

Unique and insightful! Yes, the world changes without us, and without an anchor we are shifted about.

Nicholas V. said...

King Canute springs to mind after reading your very good post...
Good take on the prompt!

Trellissimo said...

You have an interesting viewpoint here. Thanks!

Ann Grenier said...

Your interesting poem displays something of the surreal in itself with your juxtaposition of seeming diverse objects, each one evocative but provoking questions, wanting to make connections. The circus wagon is a good metaphor. Enjoyed it!

Nanka said...

Nice words creating great imagery!!
"The air, invisible, sneaks in without keys, placing its nose on droplets of coffee left on the morning paper." like this one!!

Mary said...

I like it. Yes, blame the king for everything. After all, we have to have SOMEONE to blame, don't we? He's a good scapegoat!