It’s a maddening season,
Of desert storms,
And winter blizzards,
All falling one day after the other,
With floods to wash away the years,
Not to mention the tears…
He is a God gone mad;
Frothing with rage,
Thinking there is no one this time,
He can send to save,
These ungrateful children from the grave-
The children scream,
But do not know his name,
And call to their mothers instead-
He roars and tornados rip the air,
And plunges his heart into deep despair-
And God himself realizes;
Life is not fair…
And fathers sit on the broken couch,
Clicking the remote,
Struggling to change the channel,
But like bad news,
God is everywhere-
So they take another long draught
From their beer and think they will wait him out.
Patience a trait they know he does not possess.
While mothers weep and wring their hands,
Struggle in vain to understand,
Why the world is so insane,
Shaking her head sadly,
All she wanted was a gentle hand,
And a safe haven for her children…
But Men never understand.
Play by my rules,
Or I will cast you out-
Believe what I say is true ,
Do as I say not as I do…
And Eve that sly bitch,
Turns the apple another way,
To hide the worm inside,
And offers it shyly to her brutish mate…
a great expressive piece to ponder over Reatta. and I pondered while reading it. Then when I finished I thought of the next joyous second I have to just breath and all the small blessings I use to overlook. In truth and actuality we're lucky to still be alive and healthy. And one day this will end. I'm counting every second of joy I can until. Then I pray and thank the creator for just being able to get a break before the quake. l&p G
Excellently conceived and written, Retta, as always. Whatever your material, you always transcend it with your unique metaphors and imagery and with gems of personal insight and perspective. Such passion here and the frustration and sense of hope/helplessness tangible. Testimony to a world which has lost the plot - if it ever had a hold of it in the first place?! This is just brilliant. Passion certainly makes your pen fly! TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Nila Jamier (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2005
SMILES this is so very good the ending is outstanding. SLY write.
well i'll be!!!!!
enjoyed!!!!enjoyed!!!enjoyed!!!
excellent twist or shall i say turn
on a well know subject!!very creative blending time
past and present really enjoyed and like the pic
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 24, 2005
The ambivalence of the life struggle is well expressed in this poem, Rein!
It truly very often seems that we don't - and you would think after all this time, we would.
But unlike some of the other reviewers here, I see this poem as an indictment of all of mankind - men, women, and children.
Write On, Reindeer - whatever your mood might be.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 24, 2005
"Keeping with the mood of the day," Eileen? Anyway. Thanks you for yet one more man-bashing poem. Us guys seem to write lovingly, worshipful stuff to, and about, the female variety, most of them at any rate. But maybe Eileen is more right than I thought, men-bashing has been good sport for sdome time now.
Well said, Retta!
The question to be pondered is what drives some men to become brutish--and I am tired of hearing that frayed line about childhood linkages/blaming the mother, etc.
Good write.
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Very profound; resoundingly good; clever imagery - a grand write!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Regards
Sanil
William ....Peace & Love
M.Rose
TRASK
I loved this poem.
Best wishes always
from
Kay.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr who spit in yer beancurd? GAD remind me not to piss you off
Vengence will be mine, says Reindeer, and her pen strikes like lightning ZAP!
Kinda makes me glad I'm not a man :)
An outstanding rant--very powerfully conveyed emotion and anger brilliantly written!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
enjoyed!!!!enjoyed!!!enjoyed!!!
excellent twist or shall i say turn
on a well know subject!!very creative blending time
past and present really enjoyed and like the pic
D
I enjoyed contents and poetic art reading this masterpiece.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
It truly very often seems that we don't - and you would think after all this time, we would.
But unlike some of the other reviewers here, I see this poem as an indictment of all of mankind - men, women, and children.
Write On, Reindeer - whatever your mood might be.
The question to be pondered is what drives some men to become brutish--and I am tired of hearing that frayed line about childhood linkages/blaming the mother, etc.
Good write.
Love Tinka
Splendid writing.
Peace and sunshine
Excellently written Ms Reindeer.
You're closer to the truth than you realise....
keeping with the mood of the day, and the symbolism is
striking. Excellent write!
Love, Eileen