Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Baby, I'd Rather

turn
and turn to salt for turning

than wander wondering
what I've left burning.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

15 comments:

Margaret said...

throwing salt - to ward off treachery and lies?

That's how I read the poem - You always such powerful stuff with so little words - and I admire that.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a voice you have given to a latter day Lot's wife... I can relate.

Margaret said...

Of course. Lot's wife. I have always sympathized with her

angieinspired said...

I've actually turned to see what was left burning as we had to evacuate town once for fear that a tanker was going to blow. I didn't turn to salt with my babies in the car with me, and we did get to return home. Nice rhyming here, almost like a nursery rhyme we should teach our kids.

said...

Amen.

wkkortas said...

Theology and philosophy should always be this pithy.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A succinct zinger, at which you excel.

Sioux said...

MZ--I love how the title seques into the poem. I'd say this was short and sweet, but your pieces are never syrupy sweet.

Marian said...

Perfect.

brudberg said...

A perfect perspective-

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This poem's got a lot going for it . Very clever - burn, baby, burn.

Fireblossom said...

I love it when you mix the biblical and the...not.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Better proverbs than lamentations.

Gillena Cox said...

Lot's wife, she turned to salt; yeah but that was longgggg ago

Much love...

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Simple and to the point. So that's how she felt, I always wondered.