Pair (In Need of Some Fix)
Pair (In Need of Some Fix)
They were a pair in disrepair,
all caring parlance pared by care
to a squeaking slog of “it’s not fair,”
a toe jam halting here to there–
parallel axes of despair
only intersecting where
mutually assured destruction
might liven up plain old dysfunction.
Each partner then a separate nation
whose jefe craved a daily ration
of intrigue, outrage, aggravation–
preferring the powed illumination
of blast and blow-up, the excitation
of ions, I-AMs, ‘you’ve got to be’s”
to the radiance that they might just see
in the sun-seek of their world in orbit,
in a disregard for gaud and store-bought–
in the stretch of flesh that like earth’s crust
cracks in rifts, shifts, drifts, and such
but for all its lava, all its freeze,
yet yields room for the birds and bees.
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A rather silly little drafty and belated ditty for M’s “Get Listed” prompt on With Real Toads. All rights reserved on poem and elephants!
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ManicDDaily 
October 10, 2015 at 10:44 am
Ah, this is a wonderful read, Karin. The challenge was well suited to your way with words, so I am glad that you wrote for it.
October 10, 2015 at 10:54 am
Poetry doesn’t get better than this for me ….
October 10, 2015 at 11:11 am
I adore how you have complemented the clever pairs with several of your own. Alas it’s not easy when we’re down to that battling attitude.. The struggling elephants says as much too.
October 10, 2015 at 11:14 am
Great pairings, and paring, for rhyme and meter too I’m sure–delightful and just ascerbic enough to make for a tart and truthful read.
October 10, 2015 at 12:41 pm
first – i love your elephants
and i love an honest fight in a relationship
it gets difficult though for sure when there’s no communication possible anymore – different nations – talking the same language but not – painful – hope the climate improves and the bees come back – ha
October 10, 2015 at 3:43 pm
Love it, love it, love it! Read it and re-read it. And the elephants? Masterstroke. 🙂
Greetings from London.
October 10, 2015 at 7:43 pm
to the radiance that they might just see
in the sun-seek of their world in orbit
One can’t be certain what one may see when the world’s spinning. The sketch is perfect K! A pair out in the cold trying to make amends!
Hank
October 10, 2015 at 8:06 pm
“but for all its lava, all its freeze,
yet yields room for the birds and bees.” I love that
October 11, 2015 at 8:35 am
I like the rhymes, reasons, and elephants of your pretty little ditty!
October 11, 2015 at 4:09 pm
This is so clever!
October 20, 2015 at 1:55 am
Hi k, sorry it’s been so long since I visited. I just love this, how you’ve woven the silly in with the serious, and the silent end to this line:
of ions, I-AMs, ‘you’ve got to be’s”
which I read as “you’ve got to be sh..t..’n”, which would be in cadence and rhyme a fit for the lines before…
and the final line, where the word ‘yields’, which has a very specific nuclear definition of destruction, instead yields to procreation.
thanks for adding your voice ~