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Friday, June 04, 2010

Roundabout for Big Tent

Big Tent Poetry prompts: Write about something you would love to do but have never dared. Maybe you are indeed a poet who lives on the edge.


her wildest dreams
dangle from
a thousand limbs
scene by scene

from nun to not
and back again
from poor to loaded
and back again

daring times
seized in bulky terms
until the reaper knocks
then stalks her cells

pulls her down
to ripple through the mire
life by the second and
full days be damned

stung by commonplace
she survives without thrill
but by prayer, one step up
and one step back again

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Anonymous said...

What an interesting life you have led (so far!). Your final stanza is rather sad - time to get off the roundabour?

Where do fractals come in? (I'm no mathematician)

Anonymous said...

This has such a cool momentum to it... I really like "from nun to not and back again", so much is said just with those simple words.


That was beautiful. I want to grab your button. Do you have one?

Anonymous said...

there is an interesting movement/motion in this which works well with your subject matter!

flaubert said...

Susan this is beautiful and I imagine your life is very exciting!

Mary said...

I really enjoyed

"her wildest dreams
dangle from
a thousand limbs..."

I bet they are good dreams.

By the way, fun to read that a decade ago writing and painting replaced gainful employment. Bravo to you.


Diane T said...

I sense that you have had a lot of those 'daring times' in your life. I greatly enjoyed your poem.


nan said...

I too enjoyed the rhythm and movement in this poem.

Stan Ski said...

Sometimes just a glimpse of the possibilities can satisfy.

Lisa said...

What a super poem--I love the sense of struggle and loss of the spectacular to the mundane.

Linda Bob Grifins Brin Korbetis said...

your poem is cute.
lovely words.

Irene said...

The second stanza holds it for me. I like how you move from prayer to desire sort of back and forth.

Brenda Clews said...

We dare to live the life we have, on the roundabout, its thrills and terrors, its riches and its poverty, death stalking in the cells themselves, oh, it sounds like a thriller, a type of movie I rarely watch, too scary, but then, survival, a survival of the "commonplace" (I love that best), then it's a dance, "one step up /and one step back again."

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Sue you sure have been busy. Great read. Thank you.


rallentanda said...

I knew there was a reason you write so well..it's because you have lived a full life!

rallentanda said...

Living to a full capacity has given you a wealth of experience which makes you such a good writer.
I don't see it's possible without it.

Cynthia Short said...

This made me very sad in a way, and yet it speaks to the resilience of the human spirit. Very good!

Deb said...

Terrific language all the way through, beginning from Roundabout. Love the rhyme of "the reaper knocks/ then stalks her cells."

Francis Scudellari said...

I love that image in the first stanza. This had a very existentialist feel for me.

Gemma Wiseman said...

"stung by commonplace" is such a sharp, dramatic image! Love the flicking through sensations in this poem!

Mad Kane said...

Very powerful. Thanks.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Good one!

Naquillity said...

dreams have a way of bringing us round and round again- through all of life's good/ bad, life and death moments. hope all is well.