Conundrum

Daisy Peasblossom on Oct 31, 2009

Reflections on a stay-at-home Saturday morning.

Insane
Sense enough to come in
But not enough to predict the rain

Sixties child
Rebelling, running wild
Took time to stop, smell the roses

Roses, tatters
Buried in what came after
Existential conundrum ease disposes

Who ever would have thought
We’d all still be alive?
In Anno Domine Two Thousand Ten?

Gods!
Open up the doors,
Let this sodden child in!

No longer naive,
Stressed, nothing to believe
I’ll never see thirty again…

Should we say
So mote it be?
Or maybe just…Amen.

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cutedrishti8 on Oct 31, 2009
Nice poem
ken bultman on Oct 31, 2009
Filled with deep thinking. What can the next decade bring that we can’t possibly deal with? O.K. What else?
diamondpoet on Oct 31, 2009
That was very good.
Christine Ramsay on Oct 31, 2009
Don’t tell me you were able to stop and take a breath for a while. I love the poem.

Christine
PR Mace on Oct 31, 2009
Loved the poem and I love a good conundrum.
Ruby Hawk on Nov 1, 2009
Like your poem, I think it tells most of our stories.but whatever comes next,we will handle it.
TroostAvenue on Nov 23, 2009
Very nice poem with well developed ideas. A bit of memory jerking too for a 40’s child who got to watch, and enjoy, you ’60s kids grow up. Welcome to maturity. Seems to have worked for you.

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