Open Poetry #48 |
Gene Pools |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Gene Pools The dog - wolf-want-to-be - pointed it's nose to the sky, trembled, not knowing what else to do. Me, paper on the desk before me, pen in hand, waiting on words that won't come anymore. Both of us caught in the miasma of a gene pool that seems to have lost it's way. Four-legged, two-legged, lost in age, gray where dark use to be, foggy where clarity was the rule. Dog and me, tripping over ourselves, not knowing if this was the day, or the one before the night. Tomorrow . . . a dream of yesterday, the day before that, the reality of those that came before, the gene pool that knew everything; it's forgotten today. Dog and me, sitting, where we stand waiting for the moon to lay down with us; waiting to quiet the screams of gene pools that have lost their way. Tomorrow . . . maybe, just one of us, Waiting. Waiting. ©wesley james beard, jr. june 2007 |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Powerful and very creative write with much insight, Jimmy. Ida |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I hate it when the words wont come.Sometimes it takes me two days to finish a poem and than sometimes two minutes. I notice I can write when I'm alone in the house, peace and quiet. I enjoyed the whole poem Jimmy. ~Victoria Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Enjoyed as I always do when I see your name attatched.jo- |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
powerful , commons roots exist for sure and may some day we will know more about that, just have to wait and seek, thanks yann |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Thanks folks . . . always enjoy your presence in my meanderings ... As a dyed in the wool, misplaced Coonass, Me an dog were watching The N.O. Saints (the real genetic screw up!) lose another football game when in my typically saints-induced-morose-mood, this came to mind and just seemed to say it all. Game ended, Saints typically lost and more beer, and oyster poorboy and everything was rosy again.... (and if any are interested, I'd sure like a few reads on "The Quickening" on these pages, I'm really curious if what I put in is understood ... have had a couple people (outside the Blue pages) who missed it entirely, so maybe I need to rewrite it?? I know sometime what we write is understood by us (the writer), but if the reader dosen't get it, the write, to me, is worthless!) j. |
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