Sunday, May 21, 2017


Someone told you that you're dying
of a disease that you don't have, and now it's killing you -
filling you
with tumors calved

from air and sound.

Carousel goes round.

Pick your horse.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I see this, sometimes, people whose thoughts are making them ill. Your closing line reminds me how much I loved the carousel when I was a kid. I didnt ride anything else. My parents got me a string of tickets and then had a rest while I went round and round, beaming.

brudberg said...

Yes... maybe you can cure yourself by positive thinking, but far likelier is getting sick by believing in it.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Bjorn said it so well. Keeping ourselves healthy (or at least fighting an illness) with positive thinking is very difficult, but very doable in certain cases (I think). Making ourselves sick, on the other hand, is easy as believing the headache that isn't there.

I shall ride the wild horse, and remind the beast that it can't throw me off... just because my legs are feeling a bit weak today. ;-)

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--For some reason, I heard Billy Preston's "Will It Go Round in Circles" when I read this.

I lovelovelove the word "calved" in this piece.

Rob Jackson said...

Short, but it hit hard. "Pick your horse."

Anonymous said...

Such is life, indeed. A well composed metaphor.

R.K. Garon said...

Yikes! So sad but true of some -those that deliver as well as those who accept the delivery.
Interesting images in my head reading this.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Your poem points me strongly in the direction of Tolstoy's story, "The Death of Ivan Ilyich."

Sanaa Rizvi said...

We are what we believe.. and yes it's important to stay closer to the positive side in life. Beautifully penned, MZ ❤️

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A telling description of a common tendency.

C.C. said...

Powerfully thought-provoking.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I seek to emulate your talent and skill. Bravo, baby!