The words Thom offered us today:
Impetus; noun: The force or energy with which a body moves; the force that makes something happen or happen more quickly.
Solace; noun: Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness; verb: Give solace to.
Vindication; verb: Clear (someone) of blame or suspicion; show or prove to be right, reasonable, or justified.
I would win the argument, drive her to tears in the evening, taste the victory for a few seconds and then go home to stew, confused and distressed, this over and over, only to come back in the morning, knowing I was right but she had won nonetheless. In that time I would humble myself for my behavior, again, and it would all subside til next time. Underneath it all, I never lost knowing I was right.
Is being right the hill on which I should perish?
Same Old, Same Old
Clear vindication
but there's so little solace
in it. A puzzle -
I was completely
sure these stupid times would change
when I won this game.
I, stalwart, on top
of the verbal pinnacle,
the impetus all mine,
the shining moment
all my own doing, poised to
lift into the air
of permanence, brave
new world, that's what you should say
and all I taste is
the back of your head.
November 16, 2011 4:56 AM
This poem written for Three Word Wednesday *click here* to see the different ways we have handled these three words.
Oh yes, read some R.D. Laing:-)
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
love the owl, do you have a link to the pattern?
martine
I fricken love the picks!
ReplyDeletemartine, actually, I have read Laing.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is demonstrative as well as real enough. I have actually lived this one, but perhaps not exactly as written.
He, martine, I just went after the site and got a warning of malware. I hope that the way I got there before didn't sicken my computer.
sometimes winning the argument or worrying about winning the argument isn't worth it you have to let it go.
ReplyDeleteGreat work in both of these.
im really starting to love this owl fad thats comming out, and that cat picture is so cute!
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely poem Christopher.. as usual..
ReplyDeleteDo visit me here;
http://rameshsood.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-i-had-left-my-feet.html
Do not go to the site where these images are found. I have paid the price of going in through the back door.
ReplyDeleteI think almost anyone that is honest can relate to your poem at some time in their life. I like to think that as I have aged, I tend to play it less often. Nicely written.
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