you are stronger than you think
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
photo by Jills at pixabay
you are stronger than you think
your life is a plant of dry yellow leaves
an apartment chock-ful of hoarded junk
of boxed lunches canned drinks
it will slam you, kick you
arm-locks you to sobbing
utter total surrender
it don't take much
a little switch
a little straw
of dry powder
it drags you
like a beast
into a cave
but know it
you can beat it
take that smile
off death's face.
you are stronger than you think
ask what your gods can offer
grow wings
grow claws
light a fire
draw a line
and
watch
the beast slouches back to its cave.
26/04/2021
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A Perfect Circle - Eat The Elephant
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
Labels: 70's, fear, Friendship, heartlands, life, shape poetry, social issues, urban
17 Comments:
Nice poem to put one in a fighting mode
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How encouraging! Sometimes we feel helpless in the face of seemingly superior strength, but your poem invites us to remember that we have hidden reserves of power that we can draw on in our times of need. Thank you.
Gillena,
Thank you. :)
fighting mood, yes! in this COVID times.
Magical Mystical Teacher,
Thank you! :)
Glad you find the words encouraging. yes, i believe all have hidden reserves of power that one can draw on in times of need.
A very inspiration and powerful poem. We are indeed stronger than we think, no matter the challenges we face.
Yes, I wish the Covid beast would slink back to its cave! For sure!! For good!!
Draw a line and light a fire, that's the best defense!
Brilliant. This made me start a warrior chant and grab a pitchfork, ready to march out my door.
Amazing poetry .... simply amazing!
Wings and claws and a considerable amount of determination do certainly speak of strength. So, let the flying (and the clawing) begin.
yes! yes! i love this, this poem has power, you should sing this poem out load. very well written my friend.
Very graphic! You made me feel totally at one with the world and persona portrayed. I love the metaphor of one's life being 'an apartment chock-full of hoarded junk'. So true!
Glad your protagonist emerges triumphant. (Perhaps as a dragon? 'grow wings /
grow claws / light a fire'.)
Khaya,
Thank you! :)
yes, most times we are not aware of that.
Beverly,
Thank you. :)
me too. that the COVID beast would slink back to its cave.
Colleen,
Thank you.
that's to show you are prepared to fight. :)
Naledi,
Let's go! 😁
Thank you for the visit!
Helen,
Thank you! 😀
Magaly,
Thank you!
yes, claws especially. 😃
Phillip,
Thank you!
sing this poem out loud? I'll try. 😄
Rosemary,
Thank you!
a dragon? it didn't cross my mind. now that you said it, why not? 😃
This appeals to my fighting spirit, which has taken a bit of a bruising earlier this year. But it seems ready to stand up again.
I like this poem and somehow I also like the way that it is shaped on the page.
Rommy,
Thank you.
i am sure you can beat whatever is coming at you. :)
Graham,
Thank you for the visit!
glad you noticed the shape. It's also written as shape poetry. It's supposed to be a screaming face profile. :)
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