Friday 28 March 2008

debris of our own making---Sunday Scribbling

in the planetary positions, strategically placed
along with suns, stars, moons-
you are born to a cancerian mother
and a piscean father,
surprisingly you are a goat.

you roam the world with a wordly glee
which belies you infancy,
standing amidst the human debris
of cola tin cans, candy wrappers, plastic garbage
you survey the world with a disdained stare

you escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder
nonetheless, you body would be cut to ribbons
flesh sold for a pittance.
no one gets away from celestial seasons-
even if you have ancient wisdom.

"the world sure is a diabolical place"

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Out of this World from Sunday Scribblings took me in this direction.

28 comments:

  1. We should all join you with trash bags in hand to help clean up the debris!

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  2. Very vivd - and to the point. Nice.

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  3. Great user of stirring images.
    Especially loved the power of "diabolical".

    Gemma

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  4. a dynamic certainty in a whole lot of uncertainty.

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  5. Hey, I'm a goat too!
    I think...

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  6. The world is only a diabolical place if the people make it so. I'd like to be a goat!

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  7. "You escpaed selling your soul to the highest bidder nonethless" ... what a fantstastic line from a wonderful poem.

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  8. OK, so I've missed like a BUNCH'a 3WW's.

    Let's just pretend I get illiterate sometimes.

    Duh....

    I actually drag a trash bag along with me when I go visit the creek I paint. (Well, I don't actually "paint the creek..." so much as I paint a PICTURE of the creek)
    Anyway, sadly, one bag does not suffice anymore.

    I am a firm believer in that anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that can be gathered as in, having alot of that thing, can be used for something besides poison for fish and wildlife or dumped in mountains of trash, burnt and turned over in the ground....

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  9. Well done Gautami, from another "goat"

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  10. Well done - the merging of planets and the view of 'we'.

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  11. very nice, i love the images.

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  12. I remember reading on your blog about the problem with garbage you encounter in your country. The way you wove that into your piece was seamless. I enjoyed it.

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  13. There's a lot going on in here, G. It's more than trash bags, it's also the way we treat each other.

    Nicely done!

    I'm taking the week off from Scribblings; I have a second Writer's Island post, though.

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  14. This was great. My favorite line was: you roam the world with a wordly glee which belies you infancy.

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  15. what if it's all true?
    love this!

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  16. I like how you refer to the astrological signs to begin the poem.

    So well done!

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  17. you are born to a cancerian mother
    and a piscean father,
    surprisingly you are a goat.

    I love the tone of this.

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  18. Hi Gautami! This was a great post. Love the fun detail of astrological signs mixed in with the evil of the world. very cool.

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  19. gautami,
    The truth is in the stars!
    Well done.
    rel

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  20. Love the rhythm and internal rhyme of this.

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  21. That was absolutely wonderful. It had a powerful, sad and fantasy feel to me - it took me to another world and reminded me a bit of the film Pan's Labyrinth - fantastic film you should see if you haven't.

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  22. Very powerful. You escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder.... I like the debris images too.

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  23. Very powerful. You escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder.... I like the debris images too.

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