In a quandary you sit upon a picket fence;
splinters stick in your thighs …
it’s a Catch-22 sliding bones between
two sheets of paper
turning yellow and brittle as time advances
in a quagmire, all bramble and rose thorns
ceasing to be vainglorious
It’s emotion in voice; let
those who fall gingerly envelop words
with feelings cultivated over years,
else slip into silence
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
That is one heck of a predicament!
ReplyDeleteSitting on the fence never does us any favours.
ReplyDeleteA true quandary.
ReplyDeleteCaught between a zipped lip and a loud place.
ReplyDeleteWell done, for digging yourself out!
ReplyDeletePhew, love the word vainglorious!
ReplyDeleteOuch! How does one fall gingerly? ;-)
ReplyDeleteI always seem to be in a quandary about something! And like SweetTalkingGuy, I, too, love the word 'vainglorious!'
ReplyDeleteIt's always hard to sit on the fence.
ReplyDeleteI always like the Catch 22, but silence can be nice, too. Wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteperhaps silence is a cushion
ReplyDeleteI like those last four lines - if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
ReplyDeletePamela, sitting on the fence takes you out of the action, and stops the journey. It may give you a ringside seat, but only to watch what others are doing. I agree with your premise, fence sitters should never be allowed too much comfort, lest they stay there forever. I find that fence sitters never have much of value to add to anything,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I like falling into your words and giving in to sounds and feelings. Nice.
ReplyDeletehttp://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-blink-of-eye.html
Thanks to all for the nice comments, and yes, Elizabeth, I totally agree. I have never been one to sit on the fence, but have known a few in my life.
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