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| Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth |
Words slide wildly
across the bow –
cascading into the
roiling sea before
my ears can snatch
their meaning.
Clutching “I” and
“not” and “idiot”
I stumble over my
line of reasoning
and fall over the side,
swamped by waves of logic.
This is a Magpie Tale.
this is a great read! We have all been here from time to time!
ReplyDeleteFunny idea so well done!
ReplyDeleteI sometimes think I am board but then I feel the shock of cold water know I am not.
yes!
ReplyDeleteLove this one, Bug. I believe it's one of my faves.
ReplyDelete"swamped by waves of logic"
I hate it when that logic hits me in the face. It is like a "roiling sea." I rather enjoy delusion these days.
You just get better and better at this.
Well writ, Bug!
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Bug!
ReplyDeleteVery good. I hate getting washed overboard.
ReplyDeleteYour words perfectly echo the erratic perspective of the painting.
ReplyDeleteyes.. and i have felt this way enough times to get it.:)
ReplyDeleteIndeed, we HAVE all been there.
ReplyDeleteha some creative fun in this...but i agree we have all been there....
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem for every poet.
=)
The last six lines are wonderful. I like them lots!
ReplyDeleteA perfect, PERFECT metaphor! (and I already have four dogs... you side bar puppies just kill me :)
ReplyDeleteGurgle gurgle glug glug.....been there done that.....love how you captured it so differently Bug!
ReplyDeleteI'm forever tripping it seems! Yikes! Enjoyable indeed!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Love it!
ReplyDeleteI like your take on this. The title made me smile too.
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