Three

Becoming a zealot,
I cringe.
Instances like pebbles through a thousand mattresses
make crooked my face.

Fueled by lead laced water,
God talk, and a staunch belief in climate science
I build holier than thou
nests of words and images
to counter yours.

I am sorry.

Light your fire,
make me see it’s better to be subtle
like a brook
babbling those pebbles smooth
until names become traces
phantoms of ideas
smoke rings.

*

Len & I walk the dogs.

Breathing in we step,
one . . . two . . . three.

Breathing out we step,
one . . . two . . . three.

Three is a magic number,
and tonight the moon is full.

Brenda Warren 2016

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13 thoughts on “Three

  1. Love the humility and wisdom in this piece….not to mention the beautifully crafted words to convey those truths: “Light your fire,
    make me see it’s better to be subtle
    like a brook
    babbling those pebbles smooth
    until names become traces
    phantoms of ideas
    smoke rings.”

    Stunning. Utterly.

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  2. I build holier than thou
    nests of words and images
    to counter yours.

    One will always want to be in a position of strength to be prepared for eventualities!. Very true Brenda!

    Hank

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  3. A magic number indeed – Instances like pebbles through a thousand mattresses
    make crooked my face – what a divine line..most magical is the last verse..maybe it’s in those things truth steps out..

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