image by Glenn Buttkus
More than Three
“Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
--Benjamin Franklin.
Center mass, between the eyes--
an important aspect of gator hunting
midst the humid dangers of the swamp.
When a person gives a damn,
often they join a crowd of protestors,
peacefully, until a shot rings out.
One stares for a minute
at a forest of pink pines
with purple pine cones.
I don’t think I’m being pushy
if I want to see the Milky Way
when I’m lucky to get a clear night sky.
My wife completely rocks hats.
She has several she’d never trade.
Her love for hats will never vanish.
I had to gulp and gasp,
staring at my left hand,
still sticky with her blood.
Something I will never quench,
is my love for a larch forest,
and my fascination with great rivers.
I now longer can remain quiet.
I need to feed the bears,
and let loose the sack of copperheads.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
12 comments:
I love how you took on this prompt, and as always, your wordsmithing is incredible. The phrases just pop out at you, it's hard to look away from each image that forms from your words. It's inspiring and I am amazed at the poetic prose you create. It's unique!
This is dark and quite a unique take on the prompt. More than three indeed!
Ha ha! You really went for it. I love your contrasts here, and the sudden swings from dark to light and back again.
Glenn, after reading your poem, I have to echo what you said about mine with dread between the lines. When I hear of unleashing the copperheads and feeding the bears and blood on your hands, how can I not? I love the interesting array of images you brought forth.
The transition from light to dark and vice versa is richly woven, Glenn. I love the poignancy with which this poem is penned 💝
You did it all Glenn. This is my favorite part:
Something I will never quench,
is my love for a larch forest,
and my fascination with great rivers.
This is great - talk about taking the prompt and running with it! My favourite stanzas are the one about your wife's love for hats followed by your blood on her hand! I hope this is just inspired by Halloween and not real life...
Wow, Glenn, you’ve got all the threes! I know nothing of gator hunting, but I’ll take your word for it. And what’s wrong with being pushy when it comes to the Milky Way – I don’t know about you, but we don’t get that many clear night skies at the moment. The last stanza made me grin.
This is a great poem for "not settling". I do hope the blood verse is only your poetic muse talking.
What a tollercoaster of a poem! From gator hunting to the Milky Way to your wife's blood on your hand, I was gulping and gasping right along with you! Very clever word mastery ... as always.
Disturbingly well-written, Glenn!
Oh I love how you did it, ao many great and fun poems... but those copperheads scared me a bit.
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