Thursday, August 13, 2015

Skinner In Love

sugar rock -
beautiful, terrible things.

Rewarded at random
and consistently punished,

my pigeon flaps its wings.

I wonder what
my pigeon will do if its free.

Rewarded at random
and consistently punished,

my pigeon flies right back to me.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads


Fireblossom said...

Yikes, this gave me the chills.

Gail said...

Great one. I am wordless.

Sylvia K said...

I love it -- as always!! Have a beautiful, fun weekend!!!

Jim said...

Perfect example of unconditional love. Nicely written.
I am glad that I am not the pigeon that you wrote of.
Also, Pigeon: one easily mislead; a dupe

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this sounds to me like an abusive relationship - and the pigeon flies right told it true. I have seen this too many times, in my long life. Lived it, too. It's the occasional reward that confuses things. You always totally nail it, with every single poem.

Isadora Gruye said...

this is meant to be a high compliment, but this is how an early Tori Amos would have replied to my prompt. Love the clever and love the heartache. You got bittersweet in aces. Thanks for posting and viva la!

Susie Clevenger said...

Scary.and oh so creative

brudberg said...

Alas.. this is exactly how it works. Sometimes we just go back again...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yeah, this is about the size of it. I love the way you take a prompt and crystallize a poem before our eyes. This has a unique sense of completeness.

Sioux said...

A gifted writer can take ordinary words and with those words, create something extraordinary.

The last seven words--there are no words that sparkle, but put together to form that image... put in that order, they create something that's blazingly brilliant.

Anonymous said...

Shock box, sugar rock. A perfect pairing to flow from one's mouth when speaking. And you put a moral to the experiment too. nIce