Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Middle

I'm how the middle makes a life.
Mediocrity's midwife.
Doula to the dearth that's left
beyond your row to hoe.

I'm the lowered expectations
befitting of your station
where the trains all run on time,
but have nowhere to go.

A First Line / Last Line poem (the first line comes from the last line of an old poem) for Susan's Mini-Challenge at Real Toads.

23 comments:

Mary said...

Some wonderful lines in this poem. I love:

"where the trains all run on time,
but have nowhere to go."

Susan said...

I have longed for the middle, but not to be the catcher of new born "lowered expectations" and "mediocrity." Your poem shows the middle as a knife slicing off the meaningful. Powerful and painful.

Kim Nelson said...

I'm impressed with the way you seamlessly transition from one image to the next, each line succinct yet vivid.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Mediocrity's midwife" - so powerful. The poem is really really good - as are you, about as far from mediocrity and lowered expectations as it is possible to go and still be on the planet.

Fireblossom said...

You know I liked "Miss D'Meanor", so it's neat that you chose that one to reprise, or at least, take your opening line from.

Sometimes I count the words in your poems, to see just how compact they really are. Again and again, you suggest a whole world in just a very few words. (40 here).

I love that you used the word "doula". It's a cool, kind of unusual word.

The whole thing reads nicely, but it's those last two lines that are a killer.

hedgewitch said...

Lots and lots in this compact little telgram from the interior--and as Shay says, with so few words--each one is golden here. Excellent work with a prompt that totally confused me.

Brian Miller said...

snap...that second stanza is fierce...so much in so few words...with a sting...

Gail said...

Are you spying on me???

You echoed my condition in your last stanza.

Manicddaily said...

Wonderful. Know the feeling that you capture so skillfully. k.

ninotaziz said...

Reality is bleak at times. But hope lifts us up.

Mediocrity's midwife. What a concept!

In case it was not clear, I enjoyed this very much, MamaZen.

Kerry O'Connor said...

One of your many strengths as a poet is the impact you create with your last lines, and this was a case in point. Now as a first line, it delivers an intellectual whack to the brow and sweeps us along on a new journey. So good.

Loredana Donovan said...

Love the last two lines!

happygirl said...

The trains run on time, but have nowhere to go.
Sadly, I can feel that line all too well.

Heaven said...

I love the middling reflections ~

Good job MZ ~

ayala said...

Love the last two lines!

Emma Major said...

I adore this but I wouldn't describe you as mediocrity's midwife, no way. well done

Kay L. Davies said...

I wouldn't describe you as mediocrity's anything, but of course this is poetry, so it can be anything you wish.
I also love the last lines. We're traveling by train in Italy soon, and I do hope they're on time and also have somewhere to go.
K

Judy Roney said...

Thought provoking poem, especially that last line. Wow!

Marian said...

yeah, wow, last line. i think a lot about trains. and about being in the middle, and how really, i am so much not in the middle. anyway i really like this!

Hannah said...

"Doula to the dearth that's left"

Wow!! Mama!! I love that!

Ella said...

This reminds me of a decent into a journey...feels like a Tim Burton movie! I <3 it :D

my heart's love songs said...

love this, MZ, but you have raised expectations too high again for the rest of us. except maybe Shay and hedgewitch. you're all just too damn good!

Margaret said...

Now those two last lines would make an awesome poem as well... You never fail to impress!