Wisdom is forgotten,
while ancient blood wine,
is spilt at the hour of death.
I grab my handbag and run …
Trying to catch little monkeys,
along the way.
As trails of frivolous ants follow.
I am resident in a mockery,
you give within life.
The divine becoming night.
Knowing I have sprouted wings
with nowhere to go …
*(changed know to knowing)
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Is a mockery like a rookery? Bravo, Pamela, you used them all harmoniously, even though I haven't a clue what it is about! I do like the phrase "trails of frivolous ants" for the contrast: I doubt there is a more serious and concentrated species.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how you used the words Pamela, the touch of frivolity and the darkly felt, "divine becoming night".
ReplyDeleteI like "sprouting wings with nowhere to go." Seems so often a person does this.
ReplyDeleteSo many awesome phrases...
ReplyDeleteforgone and forgotten
Wow...this is like a gem or a bubble with a lot of sparkle contained within. And using all of the words too, to create a dark reflection. Stunning.
ReplyDelete-Nicole
Viv,
ReplyDeleteYou sent me to the dictionary for "rookery".
No,I wasn't referring to an animal breeding ground. But then I am not at all that sure what I am talking about in this poem. Thanks.
Pamela
Irene,
ReplyDeleteThanks and if I could make sense of it, well, now that would be something.
Pamela
Mary,
ReplyDeleteThanks and not using our wings is detrimental.
Pamela
Thanks Gautami.
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Nicole,
ReplyDeleteHow very sweet of you. Thanks for the words.
Pamela
Love that little excursion--grab my handbag, etc.
ReplyDeleteNicole's words were so close to being a poem by themselves, but you make it yours.
Thanks Barb and the words were great. Putting them together cohesively, well that was another matter.
ReplyDeletePamela
Life seems in many ways a mockery at times. Loved
ReplyDeleteI have sprouted wings
with nowhere to go …, especially as a final line.
Ruth,
ReplyDeleteThanks and that it is. I really attempted at making this cohesive, but reading is like going into one of my dreams.
Pamela
Pam, I enjoyed your use of the wordle although I do not believe you have ever tried the drink "Blood Wine." Well here it is, enjoy!
ReplyDelete1 oz Jose Cuervo® Especial gold tequila
1 oz Captain Morgan® Original spiced rum
1 dash grenadine syrup
2 dashes Tabasco® sauce
cranberry juice
Add tabasco sauce to an ice-filled beer mug/glass. Pour in the tequila, rum and grenadine, and fill with cranberry juice. Shake twice and serve.
Thanks for your comment on my post This chill.
Regards,
DH
Donald,
ReplyDeleteYou are correct in thinking that. Jose and I are not good friends. I turn into a bumbling idiot when I drink tequila. But I may be able to handle this concoction ;)
Thanks.
Pamela
Enjoyed your arrangement of the words. You created an interesting mood. (I'll pass on the Blood wine recipe)
ReplyDeleteMarian,
ReplyDeleteThanks and I am thinking I might give the recipe a try over the holidays. Why not!
Pamela
I like trying to little monkeys along the way! An outstanding Pamela!
ReplyDeleteThanks Diane and imagine trying to catch those little monkeys. They are quick, lol.
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