Sunday, February 26, 2012

In the Land of Cumbersome





In the Land of Cumbersome


In the Land of Cumbersome a tiny boy pushed from his pallet by besotted siblings trudged through the cold near morning - reluctant sun thinly shafted as yellow smoke coaxed through the dense air by will of his upward staring still-fresh senses,  shouting silently in unsurrendered plaintive plea a wondrous "Why?" repeated -  as a map of murmur carrying him sleepily forward through the hardened fields to the cement of the city -  where he,  just another faceless stray -  eyes still burning bright entranced by a distant door yet to be found - settled on his spot and waited for the rain of infrequent coin and common censure to begin to pelt with familiar constancy the soaring power of his unearned burning expectation of Yet to Come.  







11 comments:

  1. Hi Pearl, sounds like quite a journey.

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  2. Awww... Hard to be bullied, even by your sibblings.

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  3. This is chock full of description, Pearl. I'll give him a banana, but never a dime. The cynic in me believes it won't be well spent. Excellent write.

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  4. I like the "reluctant sun" and "a map of murmur" is such a great image.

    Richard

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  5. I know that Land of Cumbersome! Well wordled.

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  6. While striving to survive has always existed, your words bring us into a layer often not witnessed. I would hope that in the present as well as future pan-handling would become less and less as we learn to better care for one another.

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  7. I'm amazed at your skill in painting an entire portrait of this poor child in one sentence. Well wordled, Pearl. :)

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  8. Ah yes Jules attaining the as yet unmet " yet to come"

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  9. Poor tyke; reminds me of the cuckoo being kicked out of his nest - the ultimate rejection ... I like the way these prose-poems seem to be going ...

    http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-wolf.html

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