Saturday, March 29, 2008

debris of our own making---Sunday Scribbling

in the planetary positions, strategically placed
along with suns, stars, moons-
you are born to a cancerian mother
and a piscean father,
surprisingly you are a goat.

you roam the world with a wordly glee
which belies you infancy,
standing amidst the human debris
of cola tin cans, candy wrappers, plastic garbage
you survey the world with a disdained stare

you escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder
nonetheless, you body would be cut to ribbons
flesh sold for a pittance.
no one gets away from celestial seasons-
even if you have ancient wisdom.

"the world sure is a diabolical place"

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Out of this World from Sunday Scribblings took me in this direction.

28 comments:

Whitesnake said...

Love the way this is woven.

Granny Smith said...

We should all join you with trash bags in hand to help clean up the debris!

texasblu said...

Very vivd - and to the point. Nice.

Greyscale Territory said...

Great user of stirring images.
Especially loved the power of "diabolical".

Gemma

Ghost Particle said...

a dynamic certainty in a whole lot of uncertainty.

Gilson said...

It's true!!

arboleda said...

Good vivid images...!!

anthonynorth said...

A powerfully crafted truth.

ozymandiaz said...

Hey, I'm a goat too!
I think...

keith hillman said...

The world is only a diabolical place if the people make it so. I'd like to be a goat!

Billy said...

"You escpaed selling your soul to the highest bidder nonethless" ... what a fantstastic line from a wonderful poem.

boneman said...

OK, so I've missed like a BUNCH'a 3WW's.

Let's just pretend I get illiterate sometimes.

Duh....

I actually drag a trash bag along with me when I go visit the creek I paint. (Well, I don't actually "paint the creek..." so much as I paint a PICTURE of the creek)
Anyway, sadly, one bag does not suffice anymore.

I am a firm believer in that anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that can be gathered as in, having alot of that thing, can be used for something besides poison for fish and wildlife or dumped in mountains of trash, burnt and turned over in the ground....

sage said...

Well done Gautami, from another "goat"

tumblewords said...

Well done - the merging of planets and the view of 'we'.

Leigh Lear said...

very nice, i love the images.

forgetfulone said...

I remember reading on your blog about the problem with garbage you encounter in your country. The way you wove that into your piece was seamless. I enjoyed it.

Wine-dark Sea said...

spot on...

WDS

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

There's a lot going on in here, G. It's more than trash bags, it's also the way we treat each other.

Nicely done!

I'm taking the week off from Scribblings; I have a second Writer's Island post, though.

Ingrid said...

This was great. My favorite line was: you roam the world with a wordly glee which belies you infancy.

polona said...

what if it's all true?
love this!

Linda Jacobs said...

I like how you refer to the astrological signs to begin the poem.

So well done!

Robin said...

you are born to a cancerian mother
and a piscean father,
surprisingly you are a goat.

I love the tone of this.

Lucy said...

Hi Gautami! This was a great post. Love the fun detail of astrological signs mixed in with the evil of the world. very cool.

Remiman said...

gautami,
The truth is in the stars!
Well done.
rel

amy said...

Love the rhythm and internal rhyme of this.

Amarettogirl said...

That was absolutely wonderful. It had a powerful, sad and fantasy feel to me - it took me to another world and reminded me a bit of the film Pan's Labyrinth - fantastic film you should see if you haven't.

CHEFDRUCK said...

Very powerful. You escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder.... I like the debris images too.

Chefdruck said...

Very powerful. You escaped selling your soul to the highest bidder.... I like the debris images too.