Poem -
THE HOPELESS ROPE
It is no longer possible
or desirable
to walk the empty street
For the quicksand
shall suck and pull and suck
at vulnerable feet
To bury the soul
who ventures out to the pit
at the end of the street
The bed is no safer,
though is anchored with ropes to the beams above
A sturdy rope with many uses.
A pretty rope, good for lots
of stuff
But still, it rocks and shakes
rocks and shakes
with squelching sounds
Ever sinking, slowly sinking
down into unstable
ground.
Marion Price(2019)
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Hello Marionette,
That's awesome. Really awesome. What a fine writer you are. I write a lot of stuff about chickens, so I think we're pretty much in the same class, but sometimes I feel inept when I read your writing...and then I remember that I can't read. Kidding. That is so sadly, mystifyingly well written! Wonderful job.
And, I like the word squelching.
Sorry I've missed many of your great poems, but I will ketchup some day, if I ever get ketchuped here. It's been a humbling experience coming back on after being off, because I now have negative 32 fans, and 608 'haters'(and I didn't even know that was a category! No one else has haters listed on their thingy! Oh well.
Bye,
Matthew.
Great write.
I love your chicken stuff, chickens are good! But really love your more soulful work..now that is amazing! Thankyou my friend ?
Thanks my friend.
I wonder if I combine the two, and write soulful stuff about chickens, if I'll get more play on here. Once I wrote a poem about a chicken who loved 2 Amish people at once, but couldn't decide if he liked TV too much to date either of them. He ended up marrying some azaleas. It was called
A Chicken...2 Amish...and Lost In Space Re-runs, A Fowl Choice. It got good reviews(if the word STUPID A** is a compliment).
Thanks for the chicken props!
M.