The Fifty Cent Tour

Monday, March 19, 2012

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

21 comments:

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

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

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

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  4. love, love, love.


    they wield their power
    and destruction

    as if it were
    a tissue flower
    blowing in a breeze

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  5. 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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  6. 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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  7. 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. Don't you have that sweet little Haight Ashbury chiffon number in your closet, Pearl? Any bongo players out there?

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

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

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  10. The sunset conceals the most interesting terrors

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

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  13. 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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  14. 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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