General Poetry posted July 19, 2018

Chapters:

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free verse

A chapter in the book Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers

Admonished

by michaelcahill

I curse the sun waves of invisible flames     unfiltered          strike wise clouds long since      escaped         adorning     mountain tops          playing tag to amuse sandpipers discovering shadows to be harmless   but whimsey doesn't perch on tumbleweeds      though they certainly beckon   "Would it be so out of line to add a splash of colour ... anywhere?"   my words are swallowed by a mirage drowned in the roar of a waterfall crashing into ...   "Why are you grey" I ask the squirrel the one with the ragged tail   "I'm a grey squirrel. Are you without sense?"   "Why do you destroy my home?" The squirrel inquires.   admonished by a grey squirrel in the middle of  an endless expanse of sand anything alive buries itself here            an escape as I see it the unknown darkness found by plunging into the burning sand        preferred to the unbroken sameness   in fairness Joshua trees stand tall but look to be broken even in their healthiest incarnation they serve as a landscape a still life of motionlessness broken by the thrill of a grey squirrel's journey I admonish the haughty grey squirrel ...   "I care and I'm aware I'm a hugger not a mugger a tree lover not driller or a killer I don't kill Bambi or little lambies I'm no gas guzzler or pit bull muzzler and here's a little puzzler what's so grand about the sand and searing heat and burning feet this is your home it's where you roam adorned in grey HEY! would a drop of purple hurt? or scoop of brownish dirt?"   It was then the squirrel seemed to have enough and he admonished me quite sternly thus:   "You're just rotten sportin' cotton from a harmless sheep forgotten as it stands there naked burning in the noonday sun sound like fun to you? dig those leather shoes and belt that holds your britches damn you're leavin' me in stitches but it's tragic when I think of slaughtered life just for your cloven hooves, my friend you love trees and all they bear but your house is made of wood could you be a bigger hypocrite? oh yes, you could cables, pipes, and wires traverse the land of course, to you it's only sand but believe me it's not doing any good for those who live there in harm's way but HEY it keeps you warm and cozy as you drive your economic ergo-friendly, environmentally loving all terrain vehicular intruder 'cross the plains you fill it full of fuel drilled from the very Earth you claim you love then you spew it in the air without a care but OHHHHH those leather seats ...   your house, it blocks our view and you think only about you as you stomp along and never stop to see what your foot prints crush beneath them so, you understand your admonitions and complaints about my colour make me laugh when it's you who suck the life from every corner of this place I call my home ..."   I walked home then in silence        Mother Nature                      is a grey squirrel              I suppose I shouldn't be surprised                         that I wouldn't know that ...