Pardon mewhile I step out for a moment;I need some fresh airfor my Grievances.Got this spot out backwhere I confront Dark Things,propping them in a cornerfacing the stockade fencewearing their Dunce caps.I guard my Complaints,patrolling before them,brandishing my spade,ensuring their compliancewith the terms of their Banishment.
A friend wrote to tell me how much he enjoyed this poem in my book SUPERPOWERS or: More Poems About Flying. He referred to it as "a perfect (barely) Spring poem," so I thought it might be a good time to share it here again. C’mon, sister Spring, you can do it!
Yes, I agree with your friend. Your extended metaphor is amazingly accurate. Spring renovations in the garden and dealing with niggling complaints have surprisingly many things in common.
ReplyDeleteHa. this is so clever and so well-realized. I need some fresh air for my grievances too -- they are unlike plants in that they possibly wilt in sun, though they certainly feed off of my CO2. Thanks, Marian. K.
ReplyDeleteLove the plainspoken feel of this poem - plus it made me smile.
ReplyDeleteTotally relate, here! And I love your use of capitalization to provide focus, emphasis, meaning.
ReplyDeleteI've been looking at the messes in my yard, literally, lately. I have a spade but I'm not very good at using it. I'm better at dreaming of flying.
ReplyDeleteMy messes not so literal? I'd rather not be thinking of them. I cover them with a piece of canvas.
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yes, well you really get my point, Jim! :)
DeleteOh, I like this!
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about a hard rake. Love the image of dunce caps. http://www.looseleafnotes.com/2014/03/20274/
ReplyDeleteah, thank you, dear people! finally, finally, it feels like spring has arrived here. i might even be inspired to do some patrolling in the backyard this weekend. :)
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