You can’t write the clear biography
of the aches and pains inside your skull”
~ Harrison from Skull / Songs of Unreason
Agony pursues pleasure within my skull
-handing out filters until a day is done
When I look to the sky
through such filters of my mind
my eyes scan the ether for what it may find
If the bills have been paid
and dinner has been made
and Mary Poppins has cleaned
my house to a gleaming sheen
-only then will my eyes find the vibrant
beauty of fluffy clouds
as they cast an iridescent glow
of such beauty-a privilege to know
…..and so on and so forth
If on the other hand,
Mary Poppins is a fictional character-
meaning my house is a mess… and
I have car trouble….. draining the last
penny in my suspect coffers
and it’s up to me to make dinner
after a long, weary day
-I’d wonder why the clouds were smirking with glee
I’d be thoroughly irked by that ridiculous sky kaleidoscope
and I’d be asking the trees who they thought they were trying to be
…..and so on and so forth
©Vivian Zems
June 16, 2018 at 3:33 pm
Oh, the truth contained in this poem! I have a truism that I picked up in the military that says, “attitude is everything.” The codicil to that is, “any little thing can totally screw up my attitude!” And when that happens… cue your poem. Great write!
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June 16, 2018 at 4:05 pm
Thanks Charley. Indeed, attitude is everything. The cup half empty or half full might just be a mood thing or a personality disorder. Thanks for your insightful comment 😊
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June 16, 2018 at 4:29 pm
You are welcome!
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June 17, 2018 at 9:28 am
😊
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June 16, 2018 at 7:24 pm
Vivian, I love the aspect of positive/negative in this poem. How you perceive life is indeed the making of your own reality.
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June 17, 2018 at 2:14 am
Absolutely, Linda… it’s always in our head!
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June 17, 2018 at 2:14 am
😊
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June 16, 2018 at 8:07 pm
Um… could ya put me in touch with this Marry Poppins woman?
Ok, seriously, this poem is wonderfully crafted – the refrains speak of how our days and our muddied thoughts work. Love how you use ether in this! Nice write!
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June 17, 2018 at 2:13 am
Thanks Jilly! 😊
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June 16, 2018 at 8:20 pm
Mary Poppins—Myth or magic. Discuss. Depends on how your day went probably 🙂
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June 17, 2018 at 2:12 am
Indeed it does. On a good day… Mary is too busy to drop by😊
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June 16, 2018 at 9:54 pm
I love how you started out with a rose-colored poetry of life, and finished with grit and reality. Nice!
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June 17, 2018 at 2:10 am
Thank you! 😊
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June 16, 2018 at 11:32 pm
Really well done Vivian!!! ❤
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June 17, 2018 at 12:41 am
Thank you 😊
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June 17, 2018 at 6:08 pm
I love the so on and so forths as you move through the poem–what you wish for and what is–and the filters with which we see the day. I wanted some kind of elves who would come in and clean.
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June 17, 2018 at 10:10 pm
Thank you! 😊 Please, when you find those elves, send them my way!
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June 18, 2018 at 1:42 pm
I will! 🙂
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