March 25, 2012
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barbed wire
bluemooncat enormous thing 38 poem using: keys, ear, barbed wire, hook, cotton, selfless, wing
countenance covered in barbed wire. weekend gone in a millisecond. calendar filled with the scribbles of too much- constant busyness. trappings of medium-sized beasts in my ear. beasts who will become more beastly from staying up too late. me too. I want to play, write, discuss with the grown-ups. selfless vs selfish, I know which is truth- I live the truth on that score. I took the keys and ran away, but then I came back to the reality of nagging and mess and clipped wings instead of the freedom of laughter and homemade wine. hung on a hook on the wall, feet dangling. cotton stuffed in my mouth to keep from screaming.I made the truly horrendous decision to look at the calendar. I didn’t know what day it was. Now I do. It’s not pretty. The next few weeks. I’m a little cranky about it. I’m really good at doing nothing or as close to nothing as possible. I’m not good at being busy- even when the stuff is fun, which most of it is.
So. Perky is history for a little while. I enjoyed her while she was around.
Comments (29)
I would like for you to elaborate.
@ordinarybutloud - on what?
why this is such a bad calendar day…whether you really took the keys and ran away (a secret fantasy of mine, visited less frequently as the kids grow older)…why you’re going to be cranky for a few WEEKS (good God)…
@ordinarybutloud - well, i did go visit a friend (in the car). my mantra is “took a wrong turn and i just kept going”. some days it takes every ounce of willpower to make it back in the driveway. so, yea. i’ve got that fantasy too.
i didn’t realize until yesterday that easter is 2 weeks away. which means kids are singing in church this sunday and the church musical is in 3 weeks. i’ve bailed on helping with that for months, but committed to help at crunch time. this week is book fair at school and i committed to be there tuesday at 7 freaking 30 in the morning. which all means that my tuesday ( i omitted the fucking but it is there) starts at 7:30am and ends at 10:30pm when my sorry ass gets home from class. hubby has rehearsal tuesday too which means those stupid children probably won’t be in bed. so i’ll have to nag. i’m really looking forward to tuesday, can you tell? wednesday is mildly better except for rehearsal again. if i want to sing on easter i have to go to choir on thursday. (which i do because i love singing on easter) and hubby has another freaking rehearsal on friday. sat we have a sleepover (at our house). also just found out that my 15 page paper is due in a month. i don’t even know what it’s about yet. basically my gripe (are you still reading?) is that i barely have a handle on the bare bones of our existence and it’s now doubled anyhow. and i haven’t done our taxes either. and it’s concert, musical, what have you season. so there’s always somewhere to go.
i’ll probably get over a little of this. one would hope anyhow.
i think i should have written a griping blog instead of a stupid poem.
I always can relate to your poems when you talk about runnign away *hug* and *hug* to me too lol
@xXxlovelylollipop - definitely hug to you. we’re in this thing together.
@promisesunshine - oh yeah…taxes. bummer. yeah, this week’s gonna suck for you. sorry. i used to fantasize about running away to the desert. why the desert?! no idea.
@ordinarybutloud - sand at the desert. quiet. no rain. i can see desert. sure.
@promisesunshine - few people. limited opportunity to accidentally become mired in exactly the same situation, an enduring fear of mine. lots of sky. limited distractions.
btw, where did you get those shoes?
@ordinarybutloud - once upon a hundred years ago they were black and then i painted them.
lots of sky. few people. i’m so there.
Sounds like silent screams of frustration to me. Well written and have a good week coming up all to fast.
procrastination and not being organized is a bad combination. Good luck in the coming events.
all the easter crap. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it anymore.
good poem.
excellent work…sorry I don’t say more but you’re poetry is just so good
I’m horrible at poetry and the like. Therefore, I usually don’t understand other peoples poems when they write. So, I’ll just stop by with a cheery hello instead….
@armnatmom - i’ll take that cheery hello. better than my poetry any day.
@godfatherofgreenbay - that was very nice. thank you.
@plantinthewindow - i’ll get to sing the hallelujah chorus. makes it all worth it. eventually. and brass and stuff. i love easter. i just wish it was in may.
@Grannys_Place - i’ll make it. and be smiling by the end. i do like ranting. for some reason.
@PPhilip - it’s a terrible combination. do they always travel as a duo or am i just extraordinarily lucky?
I just screwed up a long response to this lovely work. I think you describe perfectly what life is like inside the cocoon we weave for ourselves and the difficulty we face as we try to satisfy the attention demanded by our astute senses (probably filtered through an attention screen with deficits). This is a very solid piece of writing.
@vexations - not enough coffee in the universe for that to make a lick of sense to me this MONDAY.
maybe later.
Pure truth on a page.
Sorry, I should keep it simple. That was a darn good poem. @promisesunshine -
@vexations - thank you. (and the fancy talk makes more sense now. just needed a smidge more artificial intelligence.)
Perhaps ‘perky’ will peek out unexpectedly. It could happen. Well done on the poem…
One of the nice things about being retired is that the calendar is often blank so I no longer keep one in the house. Perhaps that is why I keep losing days. Interesting thought. Have a blessed week, my dear. ((((HUGS))))
@MzSilver - i’m a little less cranky. thanks. i found out (and how did i not know this?) that after this week I have two short weeks. That will go a long in letting me get my assorted crap done. a little bit of sun hanging out there somewhere. (and now that i’ve mentioned sun, the sun happens to be shining.)
niiiiice. you have a way with words.
ps: it’s ok to be selfish once in a while.
I say have a beer.
@Bricker59 - now THAT is some good advice. join me?
I remember those days, the days when I would take the long way to get home from wherever I was coming from. Does hubby sing, or what rehearsals does he have? I must have missed something along the line, but I’ve missed a lot lately. I want to discuss with the grownups, too. Where exactly does one find those grownups who want to discuss? And it’s not a stupid poem, because I know where it comes from. It’s an honest poem. At least you’re writing poems. One day you should have a poetry challenge. When you’re not so stressed about writing your paper. Hey, I had a student come into the library at 3 today. One of our major databases was down, and he had to turn in a paper at 6 that he hadn’t started writing yet! He needed to know what other databases he could use to get some info. Nothing like waiting ’til the last minute! LOL! So, you’re probably ahead of the game! And for all the craziness you have, sometimes I envy your life.
@songoftheheart - spouseman has discovered community theater. it’s a nice outlet for him and i have so many. but, still, it cramps my style. and it’s all about me. the grass is always greener. i envy your quiet quite a bit. and your freedom to sit by a lake. and that you get to interact with people who are capable of following directions and behaving rationally (even if they don’t). most of my discussions are right here, but i have smart friends IRL too.