4.02.2014

Even Concrete Evolves In Time

Armed with Rustoleum & grandiose aliases
in case of arrest, we branded the sidewalks
with our anti-violent, violent message,
wheat-pasted sins & leafleted long after
bull-headed & well-intentioned arguments
turned to mildly-amused barely noticed,
disavowing all each morning, like a hangover
that just needs to be powered through.

These days, I wake to birdcall followed
by children’s questioning of everything,
including What Mama Did When She Was Younger,
& in sharing glimpses of days gone, hope
they’re able to ride that current of Hope.
I spin their messages into a river of words,
in up to my neck, yesterday’s sidewalks soaked
& glistening with the power of every single one.

Susie challenged the Real Toads to write a street poem.

16 comments:

  1. We evolve and yet our history is still in our roots..."Armed with Rustoleum & grandiose aliases" love that. So glad you didn't lose this piece to an electronic erasure. Thanks for taking part in the challenge.

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  2. Yes, no clearer picture of who we were then and now can be found than looking into our children's eyes. I really like where this prompt took you, Marian. So thought-provoking.

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  3. I love what Mama did....and you can revisit those roads of wonder and polish the concrete with your voice!

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  4. I, too, hope your memories help them ride that current of Hope...Beautiful, Marian. As are your very wonderful children.

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  5. I so enjoy these,

    "I wake to birdcall followed
    by children’s questioning of everything,"

    and

    "I spin their messages into a river of words,"

    Love these and I'm SO glad you didn't loose your work this A.M.

    Happy April to you, Marian!

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  6. i'm waiting for 'what dad did when younger' ... ~

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    1. not exactly, unless by 'younger' you mean 'older', than, yes, that. ~

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  7. I especially adore "yesterday’s sidewalks soaked
    & glistening"

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  8. The last three sentences … yes, a river of words - that I'm not always willing to resurrect at times :)

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  9. our moments of complexity sometimes do derive sustenance from past happiness..

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  10. thanks, friends, for your lovely comments. rock on for April!!

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  11. I love the positive spin in the end ~ Your mother's love shines through ~ Happy April writing, smiles ~

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  12. Riding the current of hope is a wondrous desire for our children. Characters are honed in that sea, by those waves.

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  13. This is incredibly vivid, Marian. I really like it.

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  14. thank you! i like how this one came out, too. xoxo friends!

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