Where is my voice
That gives meaning
To my name?
It is lost in the echoes
The sound of a
Crying shame.
I try to pinpoint the time,
Channels I was
Passing through,
When I could interpret pre-echo
When each syllable
Rang true.
When my offspring was purer
Relative to
Innate impurities.
Girl boy vastly interrupted.
So much for blood
As a surety.
Belly fire lessens with years.
Caution blows back
In the wind.
Flirting with status quo delusions.
Slogans & logos
Slowly rescind.
Pure thought tainted like church & state.
Leftist & Right Wing views
Scientifically spliced.
This new world creation seldom takes sides.
Calculates the outcome & always
Dresses nice.
I'm half-way there queasy still
Rhetorical views beginning to
Make sense.
Cautious malaise on either side.
Starch chaffing neck
Outcome offense.
I occasionally hear my voice
That blew with caution
In the wind.
Volcano dormant still pushes the crust
Delusions sicken me back
To the fringe.
Copyright 2005 Daniel Irwin Tucker
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Comments: 32
I like the fragmentation of this work. It imitates the fragmenting of the personal perception the blurring that comes as we get older.
A solid work that reminds us all of Twain's statement "youth is wasted on the young."
Thanks.
Calculates the outcome & always
Dresses nice."
Hi Daniel, I want to say I read this before, should I? I'm afraid... to give offense? Will you think I am being critical? A re-post, an update, did I read it on your page? Did I leave a comment? Maybe I should just say great job... maybe I should say nothing at all... I do that a lot, say nothing. I'm crazy...........shhh don't tell anyone.
I'm always trying to determine how what I say is going to be interpreted by the people I speak to... especially my husband. Not with my kids though, how funny is that? My children get the genuine article... they "see" me the way no one else does. "There's no one quite like you mom." A quote from my daughter who is 25 now. I can tell my children things that run through my mind and they accept it quite thoughtfully and don't look at me as though I have a pickle sticking out of my ear. I must say though, that my daughter as a grown up is losing the ability to make sense out me, childlike innocence is being bled out of her and being replaced by worries of mortgage payments, taxes and childcare for my grandson. Ahh, such is life.
Don't take sides, and consider the consequences of the words that you speak during that little pause, while you are taking that breath... make up something quick, as you die a little bit more and fade away a little bit more into obscurity. Oh yes and be fashionable so you fit in just like everybody else. I have always been a square peg I just can't seem to grind off those corners that keep me from fitting into the round hole that society says I should squeeze myself into..... I have to go now, need to take this damn pickle out of my ear.
In case you can't tell love this.... Kristina
Nice, very nice piece. I wonder what happened to the protesters and the hippies that would drop job and fight for a cause that they believed in.
Belly fire is a beautiful way of saying, "I give a dam*" And we won't sit down and shut up. Yes, we care...and we should
Blessings on your pen, once again.
Wilka
Blessings ~
Rene
I'm pleased to have tugged on a common cord. Peace & love to all of you!!
Well done man!
Great and thought provoking poem.
Caution blows back
In the wind.
Flirting with status quo delusions.
Slogans & logos
Slowly rescind."
Very powerful....poignant. Thanks
Myke
Excellent! Thanks for posting to Fugitives from Ignorance, Conformity, and Peer Pressure.
excellent writing