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Saturday, June 29, 2013

THE HANGOVER

For Sunday Whirl: Morning, Bend, Bear, Unstable, Wild, Retreat, Fallen, Meadow, Rock, Bridge, Island, Lane.


PART I

Bird song beckons the morning
It's driving me round the bend!
I'm a bear with a sore head
Still a little unstable
After another wild night
 

PART II

When they sounded the retreat
I must have fallen asleep
Just the meadow for a bed
And a rock for a pillow
 

PART III 

Now I have to cross a bridge
Get off this traffic island
And back into the fast lane...
 
 
 
 
 
 


44 comments:

  1. Slow down, you move too fast... Bird song out my windows is the joy of my morning. My husband curses the buggers.

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  2. Great minds lol... Thanks Brenda :)

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  3. Hmm, I can almost taste that one!

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  4. Oh yes! It is amazing how the mind works and schemes to be off the jamming route, and darned bridges that cause a bottleneck!!

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  5. maybe two aspirin will help?

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  6. Lovely trilogy of poetry, Stan, and I hope your metaphorical headache sorts itself.

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  7. Some days are like this! Your poem made me smile! If the headache is more than a metaphor, I hope it clears so you can can enjoy the birds!Tanka Whirl

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  8. Love Part II. It is a lovely poem on its own. Nice job.

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  9. Sometimes it is just where we must be...in the fast lane. Each piece I really liked!

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  10. Thanks Stan, you always make me smile. That fast lane is a dangerous place, I'd really rather the meadow and rock pillow, but slow is the only speed I know now.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/wild-gift/

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  11. I can almost hear the rush of traffic! Nice comparisons.

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  12. I don't know why it's taken me so long to "follow" you. You're a marvelous poet. Today's wordle is no exception. I can totally get behind it.

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  13. I like how you broke this down in 3 parts, Stan. Excellent read. But I must disagree about the birds, I live next door to a family of grackles, and I love hearing and watching them.

    Pamela

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    1. Thanks Pamela... so do I... this isn't the 'real' me :)

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  14. Once I am fully awake, I really love the chirping of the birds. What I hate is the clanging construction sounds of an old neighborhood bridge being rebuilt. They start at 6:45 AM.

    Liked what you did with your three part poem.

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  15. I have no idea where you live but it sounds like England. Every time I move back over the pond the 4am chorus drives me insane for a week or two. There's just no way to block it out! And, that's without a hangover! :)

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  16. Now I have to cross a bridge
    Get off this traffic island
    And back into the fast lane...

    That is how life is! A reality to reflect and correct before proceeding further. Great take Stan!

    Hank

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  17. I half expected you to continue and finish with a one liner. I could almost imagine you waking in the morning on a traffic island to the sound of traffic. This piece had great visuals for the mind.

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  18. I really enjoyed teh way you have split this into scenes. It works really well.

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  19. Stan, I'm humming "The 50th Street Bridge Song" as I read this. Hope you get to the point when you actually ARE feeling groovy...

    Hangovers are the price we pay for thinking the only good time we can have is with alcohol. I'm not preaching, I'm simply putting it out there. I used to tell my piano bar customers who pestered me for not drinking on the job, "Hey, y'all are drinking to catch up with me. I'm already there!"

    So now it's one brewski a week and no hangovers. The dry heaves give me heebie jeebies!! Amy

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  20. Hey Stan, This is fun and cleverly written.

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  21. Very cool, Stan, and I like the breaks also.

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