11.21.2012

holiday spread

A frayed cable
spans the fault
in this bridge;
frigid current
threatens.
If we go together,
it will break.
If you go alone,
you may not return.
Discussing what
is off the map
begs the question:
what remains?
Maybe I should
toss tradition
off the deep end;
serve myself, trussed.

Izy asked the Real Toads to address our guilty pleasures in a poem. This is Poem #21 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.

28 comments:

  1. This is an excellent response to the challenge, Marian!
    Discussing what
    is off the map
    begs the question:
    what remains?

    Some secrets should not be served up, like the Thanksgiving turkey.

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  2. Handing one's self up on a plate, let alone trussed, must be less than pleasurable, I'd have thought - and twice as bad if you happen to be a turkey! LOL

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  3. we all offer ourselves up in one way or another, I like the lines about breaking or you may not return. Those words lay heavy in my heart this week.
    Brilliant as always.

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  4. Happy thanksgiving, please don't serve yourself

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  5. I thought you were mountain climbing and crossing a one cable bridge over a water filled chasm--only so much weight can go . . . and you love that danger . . . but I must be taking your words way too literally if no one else goes that route. Serve yourself? If only!

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  6. sure sign of a poem that needs help = nobody can tell what the fuck it's about

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    1. But doesn't that make it 'one size fits all?'

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  7. Seems like a relationship thing to me--but I'm looking for the pleasure part--maybe something sexual? Anyway, there's a great feeling of tension and a push-pull, as well as some sharp images of boundaries.

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  8. navigating the broken bridge as metaphor for bridging gaps in relationship? no?

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  9. Great sign a great prompt response: no one really knows what it might be about. Count me as a champion of this poem. I love that the reference may not be clear cut (and grrl, you know I like to disguise my poems under layers of other poems).

    I felt the title some a dead give away. I like the bridge metaphor, the push and pull between a submissive and their partner and the safe (but not too safe) bond. I supremely enjoyed this piece (even if I am deluded and this isn't about bondage!). Just in time for the holidays, this delivered me to another season. thank you so much for the well written and bold poem.

    viva la

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  10. Sounds like a new tradition, to me. ;-)

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  11. Metaphors are like that...no one can be inside our heads to know exactly what the equivalent in reality would be. At least that's what I've found in response to some of metaphorical writing.

    Regardless, this is sharp in imagery and deep in drwaing one in to ponder the true meaning. I like it, Marian!

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  12. Love it...I get to wonder what the guilty pleasure is...use my imagination...and goodness do I have one. :)

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  13. Awesome! Asking 'what remains' ~~ eternal quest for the elusive. A great poem begs the reader to examine his/her relationships .. your poem did that for me.

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  14. thanks, everyone. i'm resisting explaining this, so you all can have your own interpretation. gonna work on it some more, though, as there are some parts of it that i really like.
    happy thanksgiving!

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  15. So many creative responses to this interesting prompt! Talking about what is off the map surely fits.

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  16. I'm all for overturning tradition ... well, sometimes...

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  17. Oh, very well done, Marian, and I like it the way it is...don't change it!
    K

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    1. i think the last few lines, and definitely the title, somehow overshadow the rest, and those early lines are what i really like here. the bridge, the gap, the choices. i'll let this one percolate a bit until i figure it out.

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  18. It's a really secret secret pleasure. Scary almost.

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  19. No frigidity about my guilty pleasure...'cept when there's a cold wind blowing! :)

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  20. ...I think this is more than about the turkey. LOVED the undertones.

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  21. I like this poem just as is. It's good to be able to let a poem brew in my brain and come up with my own interpretations. It's not so amorphous that I've no idea what it's about (I think) but not so literal that there's nothing to ponder. Perfect recipe here.

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  22. not about a turkey at all! :) thank you, friends. that's what i was going for, Ms. Mouse... not so vague as to be meaningless but not literal, either.
    xoxo

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