I just got home from a lengthy vacation and am trying to get myself back in blogging mode by making a double post. Farewell the King of Spoons was created two weeks ago for the Magpie Tales writing meme. As you can see, I neglected to publish it before I left town and am doing so now.
The second poem, Homing, is a response to the current Magpie picture prompt. Sorry for asking you to do double duty here, but at least these two pieces are very different in nature.
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Farewell the King of Spoons |
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
It must be time for lunch now,
but I think I'll take a pass.
It seems the king of spoons just tried
to knock me on my ass.
Our roads were joined together once.
The fork is now at hand.
I'm all fed up in ways that tool
will never understand.
I do not want his silver wares,
nor shall I have the knife.
This fork has all she needs to take
another stab at life.
(Pardon my "French" in that first stanza. I used to work as a domestic violence counselor and wanted to give voice to my clients' anger...or perhaps mine on their behalf.)
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Midnight Snack, 1984, Curtis Wilson Cost
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Homing
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Follow the bright lights home, my son.
When all is said, when all is done,
their glow still calls you back to me
in person and in memory.
Homing transcends the reach of words,
thrums sweet in souls of migrant birds,
grants every man the gift of wings,
and offers all the peace it brings.
It matters not where time has flown.
For you are loved, and you are known.
So sail home on a southern breeze.
Belonging is like air. It frees.
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34 comments:
Two very different poems Sue. The first one has a sense of spirited defiance, but the second one sums up all that is right about the homing instinct.
belonging is like air it frees....very cool...love that second one...so warm....and open as well...home being a place to always come home to....
As usual I always love your poetry. The first one to me had some deeper meaning. Perhaps, a political thought or two.
The second one was just sweet. I have an older son that has had so many struggles in the past five years and I hope he sees the lights of our home when in need.
Blessings and hugs!
You are amazing, you even caught up with what you had missed. Again you have mastered the feel of each photo, and I'm still feeling the warm glow of the second one!
Beautiful poems, Sue.
I'd been wondering if you were not well since I haven't seen you around much lately. Glad you were just on vacation. (Should have figured that out from your earlier posts of photos from the east coast.)
The tone is very different between the two. The second makes me feel comfy and warm, while the first is feisty.
Tricky tricky wording...I like that...
No apology needed! good stuff.
Wow, love your sass!
you are so talented.
I love "This fork has all she needs to take another stab at life."
LOVE, I say!
I can feel your sense of frustration in the first one. It must be so hard to remain quiet and neutral too.
The second is beautiful.
The last line... amazing.
The first one is such fun! Both are wonderful!
Well, lets see. I got kind of riled up reading the first one, and wanted to protect someone. Then I read the second poem and felt my peace return. Very good, Sue - lots of emotion in both pieces.
I love the duality of belonging and freeing...lovely write...
Mysterious bird ...
Sue- these are lovely-so very different but with similar resonances- I loved the fork taking a stab and the two lines
"Homing transcends the reach of words,
thrums sweet in souls of migrant birds,"
wonderful meaningful poetry.
I liked the fork taking a stab at life. It's the perfect utensil for the job. I also enjoyed the rhythm and rhyming in the second poem. Thanks for sharing these.
I loved the second poem... felt so cozy with it... .
I can't imagine that some of your blgoging friends had a favorite. I thought both were wonderful, as usual. You know how much we love your poetry, Sue. I still dont' see how you do it. Dick can hardly stand the fact that you aren't known all over our country. I guess I have to agree with him.
This is awesome , Sue, The Knife Is the male reason, i think, the spoon is more ambiguous, perhaps androgyne, but the fork is definitely a three tined weapon of the feminine , !, great fun .
I like both of these. Very different, as you say. I particularly like the sentiments in your second piece.
Oh Sue, very different, but both delightful. I love the clever, sharp wordplay in the first. And the second one fills me with warm fuzzies. I think you got your groove back!
Let's be honest, "Homing" is terrific.
Both are uniquely wonderful!
Lola:)
welcome back! I have been so busy here too..combining seems like a brilliant idea!
love the different feel of your poems. you are a talented writer.
You always come up with such a unique interpretation of the photographs.
We are in the same age bracket but you are light years ahead in wisdom and spirituality.
I love the connection of words and pictures.
Yes, you are very talented and prolific as well.
Swept away by the beauty..words,pics...King of Spoons/another stab at life...
"Homing transcends the reach of words"...just warms my heart...
Awesome!
Welcome back Sue. You were missed........
You could sell the lyrical "King of Spoons". With the right music, or rap..... it would be a hit, talented lady.
The second poem is so heartfelt. We give them wings to fly.......... (hugs). =D Thank you for sharing. I am glad you came back.
Anger and peace, all in one post! I love the images of flight in "Homing." Beautiful. Thanks for your comments on mine!
Two lovely and exceptional poems ~
The first one, very sharp and full of emotions, with the metaphor us of spoons and knife ~
The second one is sweet homecoming, belonging is air indeed...after a long while, one just want to go home ~
homing...good...what we need is more homing,,,
I love both of them, especially the first.
I have a necklace my son calls his homing device. I love that name he gave it. What a beautiful embodiment of home!
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