Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ambling

Linoleum longs
for the life of tile,
never seeing
that walked on is walked on.

Serendipity struggles for structure,
and silence seeks a voice.

Filled to the brim
with emptiness,
I bed down
in the briar

to Ambien amble toward slumber -
my butterfly of choice.

A few ink-stained words for Real Toads and Open Link Night at dVerse.

47 comments:

hedgewitch said...

You've really gotten under the skin of these words, MZ. Not just the dictionary meaning, either, but all the connotative shadows. Especially like the one sentence second stanza, a perfect summing up.

Daydreamertoo said...

Oooo... this seems quite sad (to me)
The Ambien amble toward slumber...your butterfly of choice.
Very vivid imagery. Great poem.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I don't think silence seeks a voice~i think it seeks an ear, the way linoleum seeks a bare foot.
To have purpose

Brian Miller said...

dang...that first stanza is a ripper...walked on is walked on...ha...truth...the ambien butterfly you ride to sleep...oy the only way to find peace, at times...smiles....nice write mz

Kay L. Davies said...

I agree with Brian..."walked on is walked on" but some never see it.
Perfect.
K

Claudia said...

oh this went right under my skin mz..

Teresa said...

I love this! That first stanza really hits the nail on the head!

Kerry O'Connor said...

How lovely this is! An interesting mix of opposites seeking to find the balance.

Sylvia K said...

Yep, count me in -- walked on is walked on!!

Natasha Head said...

ain't that the truth! Fantastic opening Mama Z...your skills are magickal :)

Laurie Kolp said...

I, too, especially like the first stanza. Love this, MZ

rumoursofrhyme said...

Those first two stanzas are stunning MZ.

wordcoaster said...

Fantastic use of the words--enjoyed it so much! :)

Mary said...

Very clever, MZ!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Oh, wow! You really got deep with this one. I read it several times, and still It had me searching. Normally, if I don't get a poem, I just walk away. This one... it kind of grabs you by the collar and says, Listen to me!
Nice!

Fireblossom said...

This is so sad. Like something scratching at the bottom of a rusty barrel kind of sad. It makes me want to soothe the speaker, somehow.

ayala said...

This is just great...you have a way with words..strong...walked on...silence seeks a voice...my butterfly of choice. wow.

SaraV said...

Hi MZ--I love this! you picked such wonderful contrasts, a very inspired write. The linoleum line was my favorite, making a deep statement with flooring :-)

Margaret said...

The first stanza is so very clever! A fancy facade, maybe, but a counter is floor is a floor.

These words are so light, yet have such a heavy meaning. Superbly done.

Hannah said...

The first stanza...so cool that this linoleum and tile can translate to the way people are always longing to "be," somebody-something else.

Your entire poem is intriguing...deep levels of meaning.

Nicely crafted, Mama Zen!!

Helen said...

... doomed to want what we cannot have. Ambien no solution ... this is an amazing poem.

Kamana said...

walked on is walked on... love that

Laura said...

that walked on is walked on... loved that too!

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Well, either blogger has cursed me or a lot of folks have blocked my comments. I'll try again~
It seems to me the silence isn't searching for a voice, but rather an ear, so like the linoleum searching for a bare foot, it finds purpose.
Sumpin like that
Nice write, mz

Heaven said...

Creative weaving of words MZ ~ Love this ~

mrs mediocrity said...

Never seeing that walked on is walked on....
This is fabulous!!

Susan said...

Gosh, to sleep in order to butterfly/slumber! A way to feel winged is a dream away. But the pain at the bottom of this poem is that ugly duckling feeling of thinking the other is better, and so I wish the narrator would seek loving instead of briars.

Shawna said...

Excellent. You've stitched a great deal of wisdom and philosophy to just a few words. "Walked on is walked on" really hit me. No matter where you lay your head, you are someone's favorite place to clean off the bottom of shoes.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The "walked on is walked on" line is so powerful. Yes, please find somewhere softer to bed down than the briar!

Marian said...

holy that first stanza! walked on is walked on. whoosh!

Beachanny said...

What left us sad and scratching I think is the brier.I believed it all including that the butterfly of Ambien could lead you to sleep but probably not sweet dreams..completing the irony. Great work, MZ

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is filled with shadows and tender tendrils of thought for me--Lovely write

1emeraldcity said...

You hooked me with that incredible opening. Love this piece!

Susie Clevenger said...

The first stanza "walked on is still walked on" love that...you always manage such depth with such few words...brilliant as always!

Steve King said...

Wow...a powerful examination of the "otherness" that seems to pull so relentlessly in the mind's life. Outstanding.

Grandmother said...

You say so much with your few words and get me to think in a whole other way. If your filled to the brim with emptiness, anywhere you bed down feels like briar. Good stuff.

aprille said...

Hah.
I long for the life of riley
and spending a night on the tiles

Myrna R. said...

This is beautiful. I love the words you've chosen and the images you create. Truly lovely.

Fred Rutherford said...

outstanding final couplet, beautiful the pairings of words there. and the use of Tile vs. linoleum-so creative, great read. thanks MZ.

De said...

Mama Zen, you had me with this:
"Linoleum longs
for the life of tile,
never seeing
that walked on is walked on."

(Sprinklings of Confucius here, seriously.)

And then sleep as "butterfly of choice." Oh, MY.
Perfection.

de
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Kim Nelson said...

Your compact piece packs a wallop. With few words you impart message and meaning of depth and seriousness, a bit bitter, a bit tart. Fabulous!

Kim Nelson said...

Your compact piece packs a wallop. With few words you impart message and meaning of depth and seriousness, a bit bitter, a bit tart. Fabulous!

Dave King said...

Yes, you had me with the first stanza, the walked on is walked on , but then the images kept coming. At the end: silence seeks a voice will do for me. Lovely.

happygirl said...

I've been on the Ambien amble this past week. Great verses. I feel the dragging of time.

She Writes said...

I love what you did with the last lines.

Emma Major said...

I never thought I'd feel sorry for linoleum

my heart's love songs said...

i'm going to stop reading now or i may never try to write again. i have no words for how good this is!!!