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the fixers


who are these calm
anonymous twisters
always busy
with their business
fixing fixes
there and here
tending tightening
every gear

why do they work
so very briskly
wrestling time and
weighty wrenches
is it the sunset
that they fear
or that the end
is never near

Rene - March 2012
For Magpie Tales
Image Credit: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
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  1. Brian MillerMarch 19, 2012 at 10:35 PM

    maybe we owe them for fixing things and keeping that end not near you know....

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  2. AnonymousMarch 19, 2012 at 11:30 PM

    Interesting take on the image.

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  3. NeilMarch 20, 2012 at 1:08 AM

    Like it.

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  4. UnknownMarch 20, 2012 at 1:18 AM

    How fun! Really well done--it's got a real nice beat & you can dance to it :)

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  5. JinksyMarch 20, 2012 at 4:22 AM

    That is such a clever play with words and concepts. Well done you.

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  6. Kristen HaskellMarch 20, 2012 at 5:46 AM

    Very clever!

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  7. Vodka MomMarch 20, 2012 at 6:40 AM

    love, love, love.


    they wield their power
    and destruction

    as if it were
    a tissue flower
    blowing in a breeze

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  8. Irish GumboMarch 20, 2012 at 6:51 AM

    All of that and they think there is always something to be fixed...and can't leave well enough alone.

    This is good.

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  9. Other MaryMarch 20, 2012 at 8:31 AM

    Oh Renee - I really like this. You're rhyme and meter are flawless, and you're question is a bit profound-ish. :o)

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  10. PearlMarch 20, 2012 at 8:35 AM

    Someone should read this while bongos are played in the background and a girl in a chiffon dress twirls...

    Pearl

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    1. UnknownMarch 20, 2012 at 1:28 PM

      Don't you have that sweet little Haight Ashbury chiffon number in your closet, Pearl? Any bongo players out there?

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  11. Preeti S.March 20, 2012 at 9:25 AM

    Interesting poem. I liked it. :)

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  12. Tess KincaidMarch 20, 2012 at 11:58 AM

    Those anonymous twisters...indeed... (giggling at Pearl's comment)

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  13. HelenMarch 20, 2012 at 12:04 PM

    Great title ~ 'The Fixers' ... everything uphill from there!

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  14. Carrie Van HornMarch 20, 2012 at 2:44 PM

    Rene...i love this! :-)

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  15. Silent Otto March 20, 2012 at 9:22 PM

    The sunset conceals the most interesting terrors

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  16. SuzyMarch 20, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    Lovely poem. Lovely.

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  17. SemaphoreMarch 21, 2012 at 5:42 AM

    Interesting take on the photograph. Just reading the poem, I get an image of birds flitting about, always busy, on unknown business, until sunset.

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  18. Gerry SnapeMarch 21, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    love the rhythm of this and the unexpected almost rhymes...such a great take on the pic.

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  19. UnknownMarch 21, 2012 at 7:43 PM

    Good question, one which I don't think I can answer, but your poem makes we want to look and find out. The sound is especially interesting in the poem, giving a sense of a labyrinth that might never end where you think it will.

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  20. Fred MillerMarch 21, 2012 at 10:09 PM

    The good ones are happiest when they are working on something. They forget about time and simply get wrapped in the moment.

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