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Burk28 Member
since 2009-01-08
Posts 80Michigan USA |
A metaphorical tale of War and the realization of its destructive effects. And the Blue Monkey rested beside the road, licking his wounded knuckles, road dragged,bloodied, and blistered. Upset at the wounds, blaming them for his pain and suffering. Scratching his ear with his left foot he wondered, "Why my finners hurt so much? Why me bloody?" I came upon him commiserating, licking those wounds angry and detached. "Blue monkey what finds ye on the road today?" With a last lick and grunt he sneered at me. "who you and what you care upright man? you no want my answer you just no-zeee, you go now away." I looked at the poor beast,feeling somewhat sorry for him. I had always heard of the blue monkey and their kind but had never actually met one in person. however, for some reason this one looked somewhat familiar. He had a common look about him. "Blue monkey, do I know you? Have we ever met before?" He glared at me with red firey eyes, rising slightly to his haunches. I could tell he was surveying me more closley now. "Hmmmm, he said, let me see , open mouth upright man, let me sniff... he rose and came closer, pawing at my hair with those damn bloody knuckles. "Upright man, yes I know ye, you see me many year ago now, you upright man that was my... how you say... naaaaabore," "Naaaaabore, oh, neighbor, huh! whatever do you mean? I have never lived next to a blue monkey in my life!" The blue monkey looked at me with sad eyes and said, " I was not Blue monkey then, I live there before I go to war, before the killing, before my hands were bloodied, I need bandage, you got bandage upright man? I fell back, shocked realizing that this blue monkey, this thing, was my childhood friend, Jeffery. "Jeffery, My God man, what has happened to you?" We all thought that you had died in the war! "I did Thomas, I did." I was a bit unnerved he had called me by my name, he did know who I was after all. "Jeffery gone long time now, I am all thats left. Me, the how you say... reezult of conflikt, when we make no peace, only war, We become Blue monkey, Knuckles dragging... he paused, and looked at his hands slowly raising them. A tear forming in the corner of his eye. He seemed to have come to some sort of epiphany, a realization... Authors note: How easy it is to drag our hands through the fields of war rather than raise our fists to the cause of peace. Peace of mind can only be achieved when we find peace with self |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You know, I expected not to like this. I don't know why. But you rattled my expectations and made me think. I think this is interesting - and while I normally don't like explanation, I was glad you offered it. It made me be able to relax and appreciate your message. This is creative. Do Blue Monkeys wander then through time? Alison |
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impact Junior Member
since 2009-03-07
Posts 27 |
I really loved this, especially the line "..pawing my hair with those damn bloody knuckles.." so visual man. great message |
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Burk28 Member
since 2009-01-08
Posts 80Michigan USA |
ALison and IMpact, thank you so much for your kind words regrading this piece.Yes i would suspect then that these poor blues do wander time. Again, thank you for your time to this piece Peace of mind can only be achieved when we find peace with self |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed reading this...James |
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ljftw New Member
since 2009-04-06
Posts 2 |
Wow, I like this poem a lot. The scars of war can change a man. You've taken a dark and deep topic many are afraid to touch for it's complexity, yet you visualized it in a perfectly unique and simple, yet deeply thought-provoking way. I salute you and raise my fists to the cause of peace. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Interesting little piece you have here. Is there any reason you choose the blue monkey as the "result of conflict?" The monkey makes sense with the knuckle dragging and all, but I'm not sure I find any significance in blue. |
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