On the road to November

On the road to November

A Poem by Corset

On the road to November

Friday the 13th, November 2020

Starbucks, six car line
waiting and watching
the black birds in murmuration overhead
from this distance 
they are all of blackbird,
devoid of species.
I wonder to myself
 "is that for me?"
as I do,
Two separate from the others
and land together
on the arm of a light pole
directly ahead and facing me
beneath a circle of undulating black.

I thought it must be so.



Wedsneday 11/18/20
Interstate 820 North, Wednesday at 9:22 am , 
a dirty white Volkswagen with its window sockets and number signs 
has written in white in shoe polish "I love Colleen" 
faded and barely legible, smiley face stickers and
it's over sized Navy-blue rear antenna flag 
flapping eagerly in the breeze
I take the next exit and we part ways.


11/22/20

The tree stands before me juxtaposed against the gray sky
It's bare veined limbs reaching all over towns
and country sides alike
stretching as the lengthening food lines
in every direction

suicide, growing as lethal as the plague
that brought it. 
Its name despair.

© 2020 Corset


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Whereas many are writing about the despair these days in general terms, I think it's more unique & powerful to pick out a few specific examples to illustrate what it looks like & feels like "out there". Your selection of scenes is the true wonder of this piece. Makes us think long & hard. The way you describe each scene makes me want to be a better observer. Great chronicling of current times! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

love the new avatar!
Corset

3 Years Ago

it still manages to look Christmassy , how did you manage that? Maybe its the red and gold.Niiice!
barleygirl

3 Years Ago

Thank you . . . when I pick art, it's totally gut-feel. I rarely analyze or think about the fit, etc.. read more
"I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black"
"No colors anymore" they have all turned dark...
yes, the food lines, the suicides, the despair...
it just keeps getting worse....

Despair is winning!
this poem is a very raw look at the current situation---and very powerful.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

"I see the world and I want it painted black" I'm hopeful for 2021 its an Ox year as Barleygirl has .. read more
Corset

3 Years Ago

oh no...well that does it i'm dooooomed this year as i added it up properly and i'm a 4 (sob)

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Corset
Corset

San Antonio, TX



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