6.08.2019

Mud & Guts


Dead
doe
moments
earlier
scouting for babies
reduced to side-of-the-road mud
& how it all changes for fawns
       watching from the woods


For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: MUDDY

18 comments:

  1. Damn, those staccato lines just feel like the thump from each tire as they roll over the body. Short and brutal piece.

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  2. This one delivers pain-smeared images, and forces the mind to think about all those far away tragedies some of us ignore because they don't affect us directly. May the fawns find protection...

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  3. Oh the tragedy left in the wake of a roadkill... it only benefits crows.

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  4. Now I have a sad. Babies need moms, whether they are human or otherwise.

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  5. This is sad but a good poem. I agree with Rommy's comment, too.

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  6. Sooo sad these deer/car deaths. Of course the driver blamed the poor mother deer for hitting him. If I were a dictator I would make a for strict liability offence these drivers.
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  8. Oh... this is so good - so sad. I live in the mountains and the roads are hugged by dense foliage - rhododendron's so lush and full and hills and ditches - the deer just dart across! I drive so slowly - 35 mph and people get mad at me. But I can still easily hit one - it is not, in many cases, the driver's fault. It tears me apart - these babies left in their grassy nests or alone walking the woods... Again, very effective layout of your words. Loved this sad little poem

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  9. Those babies. Now I wonder what will happen to them. I have a sad. A brief and brutal piece, quite unexpected.

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  10. I do hate the lack of care of drivers in areas where wildlife warning sign are displayed. It may not be one animal accidentally killed but more than that when there are youngsters too waiting. Yes the poem is very good but the impact is felt by such futility.

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  11. I love the voice of this one. The sparse wording really makes it sound like a memo someone is taking to remember later. Brilliantly done. If it's okay with you, I may try one or two of my own - mimicking this style?

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    1. Yes, yes! This is a fibonacci poem--count your syllables--each line the sum of the two prior--
      1-1-2-3-5-8-13 and so on

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  12. This is difficult to read. The short lines really have an impact.

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  13. Oh life can be hell. I don't think I have enough tears these days.

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  14. A few huge gulps reading this one Marian ... we have so many deer here in Bend. I often have to stop for them, even in city limits.

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts!