wearisome? a turtle asked
I sat cold – still, blinking;
summer comes in all scents, he said
I tried to catch a baby frog,
ignoring Mr. Turtle,
we all know that turtles can be too sassy –
sometimes, with their slow ways.
Mr. Turtle, scuttled over; right next to me,
he sat silently for a moment then,
peered over, I pretended not to care
that he carried the weight of Heaven; on his back.
oh, I knew, I knew quite well,
he had something ancient to tell me –
why? I thought, why, would Mr. Turtle want to share with me?
continuing to slight him, with the daggers of my silence;
he sat intertwining Heaven and Earth,
poking holes in my frustrations –
Wisdom and Perseverance ringing off his belly.
finally, I looked over at Mr. Turtle;
and said, “What?” in an annoyed tone,
I felt he needed to know that I was not impressed;
with his shenanigans;
there are times we humans like to wallow,
soaking up the pond scum, straight into our lungs!
he was silent.
my furrowed face looked onward,
his quietude was bothersome –
again, I asked, “What, Mr. Turtle?”
with an exasperated sigh,
my words dangled off my bottom lip,
molasses-like, he rolled his eyes up to mine;
it felt as if the sound barrier had broken,
right there! by the murky old pond,
filled with tadpoles, baby frogs, and cattails whistling.
he looked back at the water rippling,
bouncing the noon-day sun;
we both, queas’ing echolocations –
I captured some sacred laconic verse,
subconsciously, but all I heard?
was Mr. Turtle, ask me once more,
leisurely-like, I twisted my head;
admiring the art of his shell.
This was so much fun on many levels thank you for sharing your mind.
Woot! I am glad to hear that Benjamin, thank you! I think I may start to “splice” more of my whimsical writings here. 🙂
Cool, you slice I’ll read and marvel, all will be good
I like this, so charming! Although I have to say that any poem to include the word Molasses has me at a writers heart. Its a very expressive word.
Hi Philisapher! Thank you! This is one of my “out-of-character” type of poems I was feeling whimsical. It is funny when I was writing this I literally visualized the words being like molasses and thought, yes that is it!
I enjoyed reading the poems that I read on your site and look forward to reading more. 🙂
A lot of visual imagery happening here…Which I like so much. You always impress me when you come up with the most clever ideas ever. This poem speaks with vivid surrealism to creative progress of human understanding and its condition. 🙂
I have returned, and I will be posting my new blog today stay tune.
I am glad you liked it! Humans! That is all I will say about that. 🙂
I read your poem and had many mind musing erupt from it, however, my poor mind is quite frazzled and I am unable to give a comment. Another excellent thought stirrer from you!
Take your time…There’s no rush. If you feel like your mind is ready to give comments to my latest work. Then go ahead. I tend to do that with people in my writings. 🙂
this is a poetic style also beautiful and very interesting!!
I liked your poem :)) I wish you a happy new week~~
hugs & hugs across the miles ~~ Jussy :))
Thank you! I am glad you liked it. I tend to not share these types of poems on here. I keep them hidden in the drafts, but I felt like sharing this one.
Hugs to you too ~~~~~~~~ (Those were my wavy hugs from way over here.) and a very happy week!! 🙂 Angel
Such a pleasure to read on so many levels…You placed me right there by the old murky pond! Ha! Your talented writing equates to endless entertainment for your readers!!! Thanks! xo
Thank you luggagelady! I am so glad you could join me for a while on my adventure to the pond! 🙂
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Love this one!!!