poMotion poetry

Disaster

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photo credit: halloween_mask.com

I.
Muzzle me.
The binding of
words spoken,
terse.
Taught.
Time to think
about things
that are not
relevant, or
even real.

A fine leather
muzzle distracts
the eye, leaves
jaw bones
aching and sore.
This game isn’t
fun anymore.
Can’t talk.
Just think.
World teetering
on the brink:
One unnatural disaster after another.

photo credit: wolftimbers.org

II.
Nuzzle me.
The freedom of
touch given
lightly.
So soft.
No time to think
of things
Just moments

Lost.

Fine leather
muzzle falls to
The floor, leaves
jaw bones
moving silently
open
and shut.
Can’t think.
Just talk.
Nuzzle my nose
along your thigh.
One natural disaster after another.

By Sue Zalokar

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Written by lickmypoetry

July 23, 2010 at 10:33 am

9 Responses

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  1. As I read this I recalled all the meetings that I attended where my oppinion was clearly not expected or wanted…so I held it all in…for the most part. I really liked this one Sue.

    slpmartin

    July 23, 2010 at 1:18 pm

    • Thanks Charles, The feedback helps enormously. I took great joy in crafting this poem, then spent moments of agony when I realized there is no way (I can determine) to post the poem in its concrete form (with I and II juxtaposed). I used images instead. Not sure about that part….Again. Thanks, Sue

      lickmypoetry

      July 23, 2010 at 1:52 pm

  2. This is amazing! Love the fear and beauty in the chaos

    Douja

    July 23, 2010 at 1:59 pm

    • Thanks so much for reading adn commenting Douja.
      That’s right about where I was coming from.

      Sue Zalokar

      July 24, 2010 at 8:12 am

  3. This speaks so eloquently of the human condition we find ourselves in – repeatedly. I thought of those times when I dare to open my mouth and speak, and sometimes the things that come out, though given much thought and delivered with compassion, offend the hearer. I wish, once again, I had kept my mouth shut. It’s easy then, to envy the wolves who, in honest display, don’t have to eat words. Your last verse seemed to carry self forgiveness, acceptance and a sense of humor, as if saying that being human, we goof, we love and are loved back, then we try again. Finally with a philosophical shrug and a smile we realize we’ll eventually screw that up too.
    The wolf photo added a soft touch that words would struggle to portray. And the muzzle at the beginning fascinated me. Great poem, Sue.

    brokenpenwriter

    July 23, 2010 at 2:38 pm

    • Thanks Cindy, You have just as wonderful a knack for feedback as you do writing. I am amazed that my thoughts and words could produce these thoughts and words from the talented folks who take the time to read our site. Thanks.

      Sue Zalokar

      July 24, 2010 at 8:17 am

  4. I thought the images worked with I and II Sue.

    slpmartin

    July 24, 2010 at 4:27 pm

  5. Can’t think.
    Just talk.
    Nuzzle my nose
    along your thigh.
    One natural disaster after another.

    oh dear god so been to this place—————but i have never seen it so aptly portrayed…………..well said….

    julie

    July 25, 2010 at 10:10 am

    • I (heart) you, Julie. Thanks.

      Sue Zalokar

      July 25, 2010 at 10:45 am


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