In-and- out of the storm
At lunch with our yearly ambition martinis
leather chairs embracing our backs
looking accomplished in our power-suits
we admire our reflections in the window
as we pose for obligatory fotos
capturing another year
another growth point
another boost of productivity,
the ocean all but calm in the distance.
Nobody counts the small bird
scurrying on the sands
its tweet drowned by seagull scheeches
its tiny steps erased by waves
encircled and hushed
by an empty sandwich bag.
rosaria
25 comments:
this is a very nice write. a lot to think about and so true about the not noticing the little bird while the big birds are at play.
interesting....
thank you
Hi Rosaria,
Interesting contrast in your poem...
Blessings today,
Dimple
I like the images...the footprints, the reflections in the window...nice.
I so envision our Oregon coast in your words. Sad but true ending.
Hello dear, the same when I come at your home blog and enyoed in pics of your country, and all surroundings of Portland. Have a nice time. Loredana.
A sign of the times, beautifully pictured in your words.
How are you?
nice little bit of metaphor in your verse...very nicely played...
Enjoyed your poem. Rather reminded me of politicians(gulls screaching) while the common man(small bird) tries to scratch out a living.
OH! Rosaria! Where you have taken me! I swear, I thought it was a Christmas countdown and then you smacked me upside the head!
I read it through three times and I love the play, how you bring me from the board room to the meaningless and empty sandwich bag. Truly enjoyed this.
xo
erin
Thank you for your visit, everyone.
I started to write about Christmas countdown, then I thought about how the storm, any storm, can change our perspective.
Only folks who live in a rarified environment can ignore storms.
So sad. We're so careless and full of ourselves...:(
You put into words what I've been feeling for much of the past week. We've been nailed by a fairly historic winter storm: half our seasonal snowfall in three days. I like the tone of this: Really feels like a battening down the hatches kind of moment.
Loved the poem; particularly the bit about "leather chairs embracing our backs."
Stormy weather is always "interesting." Hope it hasn't been disastrous. I love storms — especially when I'm watching them from a safe location.
Great images - I think I'm one of the smaller birds who goes unnoticed most days, so I feel for them. We've been having storms here in what is usually sunny SoCal and I've been loving it!
Very profound Rosaria, and very telling of your kind soul.
Oh, I do love this, Rosaria....
Great combinations of metaphors and life. and reflective too.
0h the storms of life..they do get our minds and souls going in all directions. Thanks for the lovely, thoughtful poem.
We haven't had any serious storms here yet - though there has definitely been rain.
Your poem was excellent - very thought provoking. I don't know what I expected but not that!!!
I thought you were talking about the Christmas countdown at first!
It is the noisy birds that get noticed and all the time there are little ones sheltering from the storm.
I like the way you wrote that prose.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
Our yearly ambition martinis... Nice
i like this. too few people notice the little bird!
...I liked how you put it 'our yearly ambition martinis', of course then I got on a roll...our New Years Resolution Rouladens...
What a thought-provoking piece.
I loved it....a perfect picture of our society.....
(Not that it's what it SHOULD be...but you captured what is- wonderfully!)
Yes. Christmas is altered this year, and last, as the breakfront weakens with each swell. I wonder if it will ever return in glory. I wonder. But Christmas is just that. Wonder. I go back...find it, embrace it, revel in it. Little bird, steps erasable. Baggie...tossed. I get it. And then I wonder.
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