Calico

God help us all...
Gordon and his ilk
Will have us knotted
Silk to other options
Call me Dave does nothing
To me...
The day that arrives that
Helps someone truly
Is mine.
Calico is a wondrous fabric
Usually unbleached
I pleat it as I listen to waves.

The world will of course become better
If I cross a box of of ignoramuses
With invitations to view an unstained
Moment that is mine...
Wondrous seconds arrive by choice
Instantaneous.
Keep up everybody...

They are killing our boys in deserts
For a war that will never be won
Calico men saying they are unfinished
Cotton women agreed and begone.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-10 at 03:53

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a well woven poem, Jenks. The fabric, the water, the desert, politics all fit together as one. I enjoyed it. (Should I say that it suited me?) Larry
2010-03-14



The line "I pleat it as I listen to the waves" is amazing, with the folding of the fabric alluding to the folding of the water. I wish I'd written that line. I think this is one of your best.

William
2010-03-10


NicholasG
Our "leaders" are all bottom feeders. Incidentally, I did get a hippopotamus for Christmas. He is awful sweet and a bit nutty.
The 'ramuses are a plague, a highly fisual, high definition plague.
Give me my hippo any day.
xox
2010-03-10