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Notes Found On The Refrigerator June 2017

15 Jul

21st. century compass has no true North.

It circles quickly left— counter clockwise

 then, clockwise right—  endlessly spinning

in no direction

                                    —until you step on it.

                        Then…

                                    with crystal glass chips or plastic pieces

in the soles of your  steps—  they become new footprints.

Without arrows, digital flags, religion, or discrimination;

moving your steps equally forward in moral direction

for all the children

—We have wished for

Or given birth to—

Wishing peace in each movement

—life in progressive harmony.

—Forgiving each other in step

—without history’s cruel march

of forgotten sins.

*****

How dare you say I ran away!

I escaped!

            — Gun fire, violence in the street,

Whispers about how I look or speak.

I am huddled in an alley finding nothing new.

We agreed for something else—  beyond  boundaries

            —Kicking ass and often hitting the ground

covering our face, committed to our personal space.

I went over the wall

and fucked the barbwire

                                    — escaping with the  truth.

***** 

Ladies I would invite you up for champagne and lobster

but, since I can’t get it up anymore—

would you like cheese and crackers?

Oh, you old ladies of lords!

Let me open the door

and light a candle

that excludes us from history books

banishing us from false assumption

enjoying each others company

—eating crackers and cheese.

     *****

When I said— what I said

and then— did something different

It was not false.

I just moved on—

not convinced of that particular truth.

*****

Sooooooooo…

Scolding me at 70 years old,

having burst in my youth with fire,

is about as productive as a wet match.

 *****

Although, I believe in the right of your opinion

and should be shared—

I also believe  you will treat our intelligence

and our ignorance, with the stipulation—

of mutual respect.

*****

Why do you insist on haunting

me with my past?

I have been forgivin’

…and have made retribution

from history into history

as I have clicked my mistakes

Into humanities recycle bin.

****

The sun has set

into memories—

as so have you—

In the morning glow

of love— my  tears of dew

—misting rainbows from my heart

falling to the ground

eventually dries

in full sunrise

in my opening eyes.

Yes, I miss you.

Though I will rise to dance in the morrow’

with the day’s first quest

half-smiling—  after— sleeping alone.

*****

  All I can do, is adjust the jib until you hoist the sail”

                                                            —I said

As she was running calm waters with only the kicker on

                                                            —leaving the bay

Not needing any wind, just a cool facial breeze

                                                            —ignoring everything I say.

 Still—

in  silence, the wind picked up.

We stood nodding to each other, fore and aft, tightening the main sail.

                                                            —we sat together hand splashing water

                                                            leaning— into a beautiful day

*****

Life is not a bowl of cherries

it’s a nutty fruit bowl of reality

—in full color

transcribed from black & white

over dark ripened rectitude

—spoiled by miss-steps, success,

and the feeling

you’re the only cherry in the bowl—

with sprinkled sugar and heavy cream.

Perhaps, as sour or perky as we are

we still spit the pit onto the floor

of destiny—

bowing on or mats,  kneeling in our pews,

and howling at the empty bowl

—of the rising moon.

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19 responses to “Notes Found On The Refrigerator June 2017

  1. dsnake1

    July 16, 2017 at 10:26 am

    i guess we are always protective of our personal spaces.
    this is one poem that punches you in the face, but it makes you feel good.

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  2. Sherry Marr

    July 16, 2017 at 11:13 am

    WOW!!! FANTASTIC! I love the request for mutual respect, the nutty fruit bowl of reality, the waking alone (so much more peaceful than the other way), and spitting the pit onto the floor of destiny. My new fave of your poems. You transcend.

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  3. Sumana Roy

    July 16, 2017 at 11:17 am

    “as I have clicked my mistakes / Into humanities recycle bin.” Wow! Well put. ‘The sun has set into memories’ is also a beautiful stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. annell4

    July 16, 2017 at 11:50 am

    I love your last lines! “The empty bowl of the moon.”

    Liked by 1 person

     
  5. Beverly Crawford

    July 16, 2017 at 12:44 pm

    “…clicking my mistakes into humanities recycle bin” … just one of many special nuggets of description found here! Good write.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  6. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    July 16, 2017 at 3:41 pm

    Where do I begin…this was a whole book of poems to entertain and get us thinking my friend….been away a long time but so happy to be back reading your words, like:

    ‘Life is not a bowl of cherries

    it’s a nutty fruit bowl of reality

    —in full color’

    ’21st. century compass has no true North.’

    Liked by 1 person

     
  7. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)

    July 16, 2017 at 3:46 pm

    “as I have clicked my mistakes / Into humanities recycle bin.” Wow!!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    July 16, 2017 at 4:58 pm

    Love all your thoughts here… a great set of poems.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  9. 1sojournal

    July 16, 2017 at 5:52 pm

    Love these ‘notes’, especially spitting the pit onto the floor of destiny. Wow! You have outdone yourself…and remain alive and more than well…

    Elizabeth

    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2017/04/12/april-pad-challenge-day-12/

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  10. Aurora

    July 16, 2017 at 6:37 pm

    “covering our face, committed to our personal space.
    I went over the wall
    and fucked the barbwire
    — escaping with the truth”

    Well THAT got my attention! 🙂

    *****

    “When I said— what I said
    and then— did something different
    It was not false.
    I just moved on—
    not convinced of that particular truth.”

    That is exactly how I think.

    *****

    Love this:

    “and the feeling
    you’re the only cherry in the bowl—
    with sprinkled sugar and heavy cream”

    Liked by 1 person

     
  11. Susan Chast

    July 16, 2017 at 6:42 pm

    I liked the compass best. Kept thinking about moral compass as I read on and examined truth from every direction but true North. i’ll come back and read it again. What a journey! And I haven’t visited in a while. Thank you for responding to my poem.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  12. Mary

    July 16, 2017 at 7:01 pm

    Such honesty. Such wisdom. ZQ, you have really blessed us with a good poem this week.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  13. mhatter99

    July 16, 2017 at 8:10 pm

    After all, here we are. Thank you for the reflection.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  14. thotpurge

    July 16, 2017 at 9:27 pm

    Wonderful wonderful thoughts…. the compass, the history…especially love this line: as I have clicked my mistakes / Into humanities recycle bin… now if only I knew how to do that!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  15. gillena

    July 17, 2017 at 12:59 am

    You have punched some really clever images in, for a very heady mix. I’m intoxicated

    Much love…

    Liked by 1 person

     
  16. Julian

    July 17, 2017 at 2:20 am

    I did enjoy reading your poem, some good imagery through-out and penned nicely too.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  17. Brendan

    July 17, 2017 at 5:37 am

    This fridge perched between ego and world, history and the mystery of it: much of a life and love of it in these notes.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  18. Kerry

    July 17, 2017 at 10:42 am

    Many meaty truths to be found stuck to the refrigerator.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  19. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

    July 17, 2017 at 12:03 pm

    So much going on here. What a purging! But it all comes back to the first line for me that “21st. century compass has no true North,” a great poetic commentary on these times.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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