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Sunday, July 28, 2013

IRONICAL EXISTENCES

A family meal in a quiet restaurant
Serves an ambiance
Under a showering sky in slumber
Leaving puddles to dry, for hopping heels
Greeting a ravenous appetite and
A diaphanous glimpse
Of pockets breathing on a moment’s bestowal of a morsel
Exposing a burgeoning polarity
In the teeming crowds bathing in the light
Scavenging in a demeanor
Befitting their educated senses
Born in respectable definitions of a cultured stature
Taught to thank Him for liberation
From abject shadows clouding
Being and becoming of life.

Flooded, desperate
Diving for my seat in belonging
In disparate happenstances of destiny
I float, leading my child through a whirlpool
Bequeathed with the ‘blessings’
Of living in known ignorance
Of ironical co-existences


Sharing this piece carrying tidbits of Water, Water Everywhere (Surely There’s a Poem There) running at the dverse where ManicDdaily a.k.a. Karen tends the bar.



9 comments:

  1. whata journey that is there in the last bit...and that is the parent you know...we guide them through those waters...its an important role...nice job taking the ordinary and elevating it a bit in this...

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  2. ambiance...demeanor... belonging... a journey indeed...and it's not always easy to guide them through the whirls and waves at times.. but it's good to see them swimming and finding their way finally

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  3. We all have to let children be on their own and our guidance is always there for them.

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  4. We wade into the stream, hoping to reach the other side with everyone and everything reasonably intact. It's a frightening thing this raising children. No do overs either!

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  5. Of living in known ignorance
    Of ironical co-existences

    I'm not even sure I can navigate these things yet. Nice work.

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  6. Family meals in restaurants sometimes are rather 'trying,' especially when children are young.

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  7. so much water in this. I equate water with both life and emotions. You've gathered both here.

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  8. Having worked in restaurants for far too many years, I wish I'd had the "blessings of known ignorance..." or perhaps the blessings of ignorance, because once the "ironical co-existences" (of the many kind) are KNOWN, it is oft about as easy to ignore as it is to unring a bell.

    Fun read! Thanks, Jason

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  9. Wonderful that you can get through the difficult parts--flood - to a whirlpool, but still somehow calmer feeling -

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