Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Bright Side

Sometimes, my love, there is no silver lining
When one door closes
they all slam shut
You are a Mormon on a street of
Sometimes, my love, gray skies are gray
for such a long time you forget
what light is; it burns your eyes
And if you keep looking up
you get a stiff neck and
bird shit in your face


Rachel Hoyt said...

HahahahahaHA! This is hilariously cynical, but some days really do feel like that. :)

twinkly sparkles said...

Yes, I couldn't have said it better myself! twinkly

Brian Miller said...

oh damn...well there is that perspective...would type more but the bird got my eye...

120 Socks said...

I'm rather speechless after that lolamouserants - you had me all sad and sentimental then you dropped shit on it! Always looking up indeed :)

Mary said...

Oh, that is so true! Sometimes nothing good comes of looking up! I appreciated your perspective.

Fireblossom said...

You wouldn't be tweaking the happy awesome unicorn club, would you?

Nah. Thought not. *snicker*

darev2005 said...

Sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes it eats you. Well put.

Bekkie In Wonderland said...

Very nice poem! It makes me happy today. Keep up the good work and I'll be back to read some more of your blogs. Have a good week! ♥

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Your droppings make me smile!

Helen said...

Mouse, this is wonderfully, beautifully irreverent!

Jinksy said...

Well, that tells it like it is! LOL. Maybe wear a visor for bird shit protection? Hehehe!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh I like this. True of life at last. Excellent.