Against All Odds (Survival)

Against All Odds (Survival)

No crash from headlong dash.
No looped stitch bartering arteries.
Calories consumed.
Looming trains uninterrupted
entering stations.
(Still waiting for it, still
waiting for it.)
Day to day despair repaired
with spared arts, artifice.


A belated drafty poem for the wonderful Izy Gruye’s “Out of Standard” prompt on With Real Toads to write a poem celebrating what in fact didn’t happen.  My time hasn’t really been my own for a bit, so am very sorry to be late visiting other blogs!  Will make it up!

Since original posting, I have changed the title.

Pic is mine–all rights reserved. 

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6 Comments on “Against All Odds (Survival)”

  1. This is a fascinating idea. To write about what did not happen. 🙂 Loved it. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

  2. …subways all running smoothly 🙂 Yes, what didn’t happen is a nice surprise.

  3. Steve King Says:

    Isn’t it interesting how things that don’t happen still manage to sketch out a biography of sorts? Here’s hoping the things that HAVE happened have been good ones!

  4. hedgewitch Says:

    The last lines here are so bittersweet, and such a pure vision condensed of what life so often is–and your other words only reinforce it–barter, loom, consume, the perpetual waiting for the thing which will carry us somewhere we must but may not wish to go. The intense compression really works well here, Karin. I hope your time returns to your pocket soon.

  5. Helen Dehner Says:

    Feels so New York …

  6. M Says:

    somehow reminds me of Talking Heads ~

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