Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Drexel Sunday

for Michelle Bowling


the following day

was so cold


that there were two ways

of thinking


yet many people thought

humph


there could be

a third way


a new

way


to look at things

although


this quickly turned

to much biblical


references

and bouts with


major

absenteeism


on the part of the select

few


who were now

not where


they often were

thus the impression


the crowd

shifted


so much so

that the common


stream

of the usual


and discussed

futures


and sometimes

discussed pasts


were set aside

for the time being


replaced by

where did they go


these leaders

as if they were


really wanted

when they were


around

but now


there was no other way

to think


other than

something


was really fishy

so much so


that certain people

decided


then and there

to move away


for good

so they took


what they could carry

thinking


pets should be their guide

to substantiate


certain items

by what the animals


slept on

or slept through


or chewed on

to get their attention


while a few

families


urged the others

to take to mourning


the common

lot


of being

reintroduced


all over

again


once the weather

improved

5 comments:

AnnMarie Eldon said...

coohl poem

Common Sense said...

many, many thanks, annmarie.

Michelle M. Buchanan said...

Great poem. It/you inspired a new poem I wrote immediately after reading it.

Common Sense said...

wow, michelle...what a fantastic thing to hear a poem go out and do to someone.

Ivy said...

I like the spaciousness in this one. Very [dare I say it] relaxing.