unfolding

My legs and arms after a long nap
A map to discover where I’m going

An accordion to stop that crazy polka
Synapses that curled tighter during the recital

The weaves of sanity blossoming into a stark raving mess.
Filial connections, bonded by blood but are now much less

Talent, when oppression is relieved
A tablecloth released from a plastic sheath

Napkins for diners as they wipe their mouths
Finally surveying an unexamined life
that was tightly tangled up in fear
That lasted for so many a year

Oh, how it unfolds!
A mystery unraveling before our bloody eyes
Full of distortion and reality all at the exact same time

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10 thoughts on “unfolding

  1. Sounds like many Polish weddings I’ve been to. Just kidding! I love the way you capture these moments. They always make me wonder what kind of Indy filmmaker you would be.

  2. re: Polish weddings. That was freakin’ hysterical. I re-read the poem and I can totally see what you mean, very funny.

    It’s funny you should mention filmmaking. I was into that many years ago. I’ve written some scripts too.

    • David,

      Thanks. It’s funny when I started off writing it, I only had the first couple of lines and then it sat for months. Then, I just banged it out one night last week. So, weird how that happens.

      Cathy

  3. Cathy,

    It is surprising how often that happens – I love it when it does 🙂

    The reason we keep notebooks I guess

    David

  4. When I read this I thought it would make a perfect childrens book with one line to a page. Well except the last two lines.

      • I guesse there is no hope for it but to tell a blatant lie at the end. Best to let those kiddies find out the harsh truth of life as late as possible. 🙂 heheh

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