Gracklespeak
I crackled out
making a grackle noise
after eons in the indigo egg,
floating on purple seas, domed and
floored in blueblack fablica of
my own desires; discovered I had
to work for a loving,
a living.
The shock was severe;
quite a meal
of hulls and dust till you
threw me the apple.
September 2011
Note to said G-man: I made up the word 'fablica' (as in 'fable')-- so sue me.
I adore the title "Gracklespeak." It is well established that hulls and dust lack proper nutrition for body or soul. Apples, wherever they fall from (and whether or not they had a hand) are to be eagerly devoured.
ReplyDeleteSo, this kind of rocks, "discovered I had to work for a loving, a living" - what a great line :)
ReplyDelete@FB: Totally agree--even if offered by snakes.
ReplyDeleteThanks, ms lori.
hulls and dust do not sound like they taste goo...an apple is a nice treat for grackle speak...pretty cool made up word to...but love and life aredef things you have to work at...
ReplyDeleteAlways so full of metaphor.
ReplyDelete@MM I've heard it called other things.
ReplyDeleteOK...I No speak Grackle
ReplyDeleteHowever...I am Fluent in Tufted Titmouse and Kirtlands Warbler!
I loved your 55, even though you tried to fry my brain with a phony word.
All is forgiven JA....
Thanks for being so terrifically creative, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
@G-Man...I don't think 'mouse' has anything to do with the tufts and stuff you're familiar with, but I hope your weekend also kicks much butt, and thanks for hosting this festive gathering every week.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I love the made-up word! Reminds me of home where they are constantly demanding I feed them dog food.
ReplyDeleteI so love this, especially the last four lines.......also "the shock was severe". Hee hee. Me, too. Still shocked, still with the hulls and dust - no apples for the Doomed:)
ReplyDeleteUhhhh work? what is that word? {;-]}
ReplyDeleteThis Adam's got the apple stuck in his throat ... Lessee ... so ... love and work are the consequence of emerging from the grackle's shell, a lousy deal until there's a little knowledge of the meaning of the task? Sorry; I'm 54 and this 55 has my anvil-dented cortex doing sloppy 88s in the dirt. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry--glad you could relate.
ReplyDelete@twm--work is definitely a four letter word, that's all I know.
@B: I'm just playin here but I think you've put the proper treadmarks on the message; I don't know if getting another year older will help any with fathoming my insanity, but you can always hope. Feel better, friend. The weekend at least is almost here, so you can lay in a dark room with an ice-pack or whatever makes life a little easier.
Work for a loving is such a great slip.
ReplyDelete- Alice
I have been terrified of grackles since I was a wee one ... grackle attack!
ReplyDeleteYour 55 made it a bit better. CAW!
I still haven't recovered from the shock!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to tell you again how much I love your writing, this time I hope it works. Thank goodness you told me about fablica because I was looking everywhere before I read the note, that will teach me :).
ReplyDeleteAh Love this one!
ReplyDeleteIt must be really hard to eventually get that apple.
Great 55er Hedgewitch! :-)
@MZ: It takes a lifetime. Or at least it feels that way.
ReplyDelete@Anna: Yay! Now we know how to fix it, some anyway. I hate that white page thing miles away from the poem, though. The fablica word came in a dream, wrote it down half asleep--like you, I then looked it up--and it doesn't really exist, but I thought it should. ;-) Thanks for reading, enjoying and spending hours trying to say so.
love the living and loving part as well. thanks for dropping by my site. and for letting me know i'm not the only person obsessed with pvz. :)
ReplyDeleteThere's something very Edgar Allan Poe about this poem to me, and to your blog generally. It's fascinating. I'm pleased to meet you here via Ruth's blog, all the way from Australia where we express things in the same language but there's a difference in our idiom and custom, and of course that's a dreadful generalisaton.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kikit--a fellow pvz addict is always good to meet
ReplyDelete@Elizabeth: Welcome. Nothing wrong with a generalization or two,and that's certainly a true one. Very glad you came by and took the time to read and comment. (And Poe is one of my oldest friends.)
And oh the apple is sweet. With a little work at loving and living, the poetry comes out fine.
ReplyDeleteThis one crackles fabiculously.
First class grackling! Most enjoyable.
ReplyDeletedelicious ending ..
ReplyDeletefun 55.
Made me smile, effective poetics. =)
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