they would stuff you full of goose down
and joke about “too many tacos”
they would hang you up
in a frame you made-
whittled with your fingertips
and sigh at your oafish existence
they would beat you down
to saucy pulp
and plead willful ignorance
while you’re scraped away
recycled into wood oil
and used
to preserve their legacy.
– sc
sheila sea 
That’s fucking brilliant!
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Still working on it . . .
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Obviously it’s Thursday again.
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I am reminded of the story, The Snow Goose, by Paul Gallico. It involves a hunchback artist is about his relationship with a girl of the nearby town. The artist lives alone in an abandoned lighthouse along the English Channel near Dunkirk. Only the wild fowls befriend him. One day the girl brings to the artist a wounded Snow Goose, and for the next few months he and she tend to the injured animal. I won’t spoil the story, but anyone reading it will not finish the tale dry-eyed. Unless, of course, they happen to be the ones who preserve their legacy with oil recycled from wood, and are content in their own willful ignorance.
I enjoyed the challenge of this one. I had to work at it.
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You are a very good poet. Your work is not trite nor filled with fallderal. Not fluffy. Meaty and bony at the same time. I trust you are saving your best work and not publishing them on your WordPress site so that you can submit them. Many of the literary mags and e-zines do not accept previously-published material, which includes postings on a website. I also trust that you are querying poetry publishers about your work.
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Hi Skip, thanks for the kind words and thoughtful interpretation of my writing, I always get excited to see what you have to say. I have to read the story you mentioned because I’ve never heard of it but you’ve piqued my curiosity. I’ll keep you comments i mind when I read it. Honestly, I’ve only been sharing my writing for about a year.. I had a hard time even showing it to friends before December of 2014. It’s filled a need in my life that I never thought to satiate.. I’m just now actively seeking ways to publish and I am withholding some work though I read you can always delete things you’d like to publish formally before submitting the work to publishers. Is that true? I’m still fairly new in the process and frankly quite nervous about the whole thing. I’ve gotten some positive feedback from some smaller publishing houses so I suppose we’ll see what happens. For now, I am happy that even one person thinks I’m a note worthy poet. 🙂
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I’m not sure about the deleting option. I’ve sent in previously posted material, and as a rule, do either delete it, or password protect it. That way it’s not available to just anyone who is surfing my site. In the wide swathe of poetry that is on the internet, it is refreshing to read work that is not careless nor crass. So keep at it. By the way, my opinion and $5 gets you coffee just about anywhere! 😉
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I feel nostalgia coupled with an unnerving epiphany.
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I can read that transition, as well.. it wasn’t purposeful but it’s relevant. 🙂
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Woe Sheila are we talking about my family or yours?
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Hahaha, I guess it’s about any oppressive force.
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