Today I pile on warm clothes push toes into boots hands into gloves fix helmet on head put pressure on one pedal after another with grey treads turning on icy tarmac in reflective waistcoat I propel myself down the hill looking like a wasp on wheels
Feet freeze into tennis balls wind works its way in between folds finding skin it’s an easy ride but I’m glad to arrive at work this morning
Evening comes and I do it all over again this time lungs stretch and scream at the incline that challenges me to stop but thoughts of home and rest are the pull
Pushing, pushing, pushing keeps the wheels turning until I arrive at the gate maybe a bit late hair wet with sweat pedals finally still pushing finished for today
Jealousy and insecurity hit me like a brick the other night and left me reaching reeling once again with stomach-churning feelings head over heels for all the wrong reasons nothing to hang on to inside my head or in my heart I didn’t know what to do or where to start
So I bought yellow shoes to change the colour of my mood watched birds of prey and tried to write poems that meant something or occasionally rhymed but not every time
Jealousy and insecurity had hit me like a brick and left me reaching reeling once again but I worked hard to face the pain knowing there was nothing to gain and everything to lose as you reached out to me and I reached out to you until eventually back on firmer ground love once again was found
Obsessive thoughts of certain kinds impinge on clarity of mind
Will they ever go away these thoughts that linger day by day?
I meditate on calm and peace and still the thoughts come back to haunt I wish I could find some release from all these thoughts that sneer and taunt
Just let them go into the wind one day I will find peace of mind
Lobster meat is sweet, I believe I tasted it once, a long time ago but I really don’t know if the clacking, snapping, pincer-sharp bite of the lobster-look-alike girl’s mind belies anything even remotely kind
As I sit watching her eat that lobster meat sucking her fingers with self-satisfied glee pouting and spouting out the debris of her clacking, snapping pincer-sharp mind and smile inwardly at the resemblance I see a wonderful, horrible thought comes to me
Wouldn’t it be great if a giant lobster loomed and ate her up after popping her into a boiling pot, while she was still alive?
This is the sea-bed of salvation upon which I feed and thrive turning the tables through poetry on the clacking, snapping pincer-sharp lobster-look-alike girl’s mind and her kind
This poem was inspired by the painting of the same name by Robert Lindneux 1942. With the passage of Andrew Jackson’s Indian Removal Act in 1830, the movement of Indians from their lands east of the Mississippi River to undeveloped territories of the “west” had begun. Between 1838 and 1839 the Cherokee nation was forced, under military escort, to leave their sacred grounds and move to what is now Oklahoma. It is said that over one-quarter of the fifteen thousand expelled Cherokee Indians died on the marches from exhaustion, exposure, hunger and disease. The Cherokee people came to call the marching path, the “Trail of Tears” to represent their suffering. … The “Trail of Tears” by Robert Lindneux (1942), is one of the more famous Native American paintings and shows the downtrodden warriors and their families traveling to a new and unfamiliar land. http://www.sussexvt.k12.de.us/science/The%20History%20of%20the%20World%201500-1899/Trail%20of%20Tears.htm