Saturday, May 26, 2012

The Seer

If I were hewn from sterner stuff
and not so tightly strung,
I wouldn't tie myself in knots
for fear I'll come undone.

A mortar round, a sniffling sound
sink order's ship the same.
And, worries, random, real, and remote,
I wear them like a braid.

So with a pounding pain at the nape of my neck,
I seek the seer's shrine
and climb her creaking, listing stairs
to learn the extent of what's mine.

The seer tarried in the topmost loft
like a fear left to ripen and rot.
She handed me a mirror.
"Child, this is all the control that you've got."

Using Shawna's Thursday Words to vent a little stress for Fireblossom Friday

18 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Not sure I could deal with a seer these days!! Great one as always!!

Laurie Kolp said...

Love the rhythm in this, MZ... especially the first stanza.

Fireblossom said...

I love those first two paragraphs, especially the worry braid.

Those seers always give really annoying, cryptic answers. I think that's how they end up alone on mountain tops!

Brian Miller said...

really nice rhythm through out...the last line though is my fav...because control is fleeting in most things for sure...

Shawna said...

This is so wise; the only thing you can (maybe) control is yourself. The sooner you learn that, the less damage you will do to yourself and the world.

The seer is smart to hide in the topmost loft.

These are my favorites:

"I wouldn't tie myself in knots
for fear I'll come undone"

"I wear them like a braid"

"to learn the extent of what's mine"

Kerry O'Connor said...

And that self-control can wear thin.
I love how you wove the words from one prompt around the theme of another and produced a poem all your own.

De said...

Excellent! I especially love:
"I wear them like a braid."
What a fantastic visual.

Fred Rutherford said...

This is awesome MZ. Great lines merged with a very nice natural rhythm. Love it. Thanks

hedgewitch said...

A little knife-edge in the Seer's wisdom, but wisdom none the less...hard sometimes to comb out that brain though, the more stressed out the tighter one pulls it into place.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh the pain of talking to a seer...they never tell you what you want to hear...Love this!!

Mary said...

Enjoyed the intensity in this piece! Would never dare talk to a seer.

Tara R. said...

So much effort to find out what is already known.

Mystic_Mom said...

So wise, and I really relate to the opening stanzas... and the close is 'wow'! A mirror indeed...so well done!

Gail said...

Makes perfect sense. Well said.

Lolamouse said...

Love it! Don't try a psychotherapist either. She'll just ask, "Why do YOU think you're tense?"

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so love this, especially the closing line. Yup. That about says it all:) Great writing, kiddo.

awakenedwords said...

Good stuff MZ, loved it all, bit especially the last stanza

my heart's love songs said...

brilliant, beautiful, ending with a basic truth! LOVE this, MZ!