en medias res
in the middle of
things
is where we are
our mood
is lethargic
our awareness
blunt
if we don’t get
off our asses
we’ll be point
of the hunt
wasted days
wasted nights
running for stuff
how much can
we carry
some have so much
it’s pretty damn
scary
my wants are small
my needs are few
enforced insanity
never followed
that cue
en medias res
in the middle of things
we crawl on the ground
cause
we don’t have
wings.
Comments
Thank you, Shirley! Victor
Thank you, Shirley!
Victor
a great write
but
'if we don’t get
off our asses
we’ll be the point
of the hunt'
doesn't quite do it for me....
it seems to waver from the point of the poem
just a suggestion (and just me too mind)
how about sometning like?
'our mood
is lethargic
with blunted
awareness
there'll be
no point to anything
if we don’t get
off our asses'
i absolutely love the last stanza
love judy
xxxx
Judy,
Judy,
Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.
I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.
Victor
Judy,
Judy,
Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.
I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.
Victor
Judy,
Judy,
Thanks for the suggestion, but it just doesn't go with the rest of the piece. I would have to rewrite the whole piece around it, and how it reads now is fine with me.
I liked the last stanza, too, thanks.
Victor
he he he he
ok, i get it.....(smile)
love judy
xxxx
Curious
Hey, Judy~!
I don't know why this came up three times, when I only wrote it once.
Oh well, computer fun . . .
Victor
just playing with you victor
thought if funny myself
you seemed quite emphatic....
love judy
xxxx
Loved the title!
Drew me in - and then the content made it worth the stay!
good stuff!
Bonita j