Sunday, December 9, 2007

Heroes & villains, Sunday & Scribblings

Next hurdle on the track
Its slender legs planted in the gravel
That ever-looming peripheral cloud says,
‘You can’t make it, you’re too big.’
Maybe next season.

¿Habla español? Si, mucho gusto!
‘But, you failed chemistry twice?’
The periodic table peers out from empty-eyed windows
Sedimentary, igneous, or metamorphic
Rock my world.

‘Success is for them, but
Let me show you what belongs to you, my pretty:’
Failure, remorse, crumbs of desire
Weak follow-through
Powdery residue of shame.

Piano fingers stroke the paintbrush bristles
Gilded thoughts recline on the highest clouds
Many colored ribbons of fairness circle and rise
Rain buckets full of tears sparkle in the sunlight
Preparing to nourish the next season.

Swirling leaves follow me down the street, turning cartwheels
In their wake a shadow lays down in front of me
I recognize myself in the chalk line~
The one who has set the highest standards.
‘It was you all the time.’

My take on 'competition' for this weeks Sunday Scribblings


Jo said...

I liked this.....very thought-provoking with nice lines. BTW, the picture of the girl on a sled is lovely.

barbara said...

I like the last line... "it was you all the time..."

Isn't that always the way it is with competition.

Rob Kistner said...

Your piece gives one pause to reflect... where is moose and squirrel?

Enjoyed your post... ;)

Marianne said...

Mercy, 'ain't that the truth'!

Granny Smith said...

I especially like the imagery of that second verse, although all the poem is very good. Your posts are always wonderful. I also like the new items and placement in your right column and the lovely reader in the heading block.

Thank you for so much pleasure!

Inland Empire Girl said...

Your words carried this strong theme well and the closing line brought it it all back with a big punch!