Thursday, February 24, 2011

Friday 55-Late February

 *image from here

Disoriented
by a break in the bitter cold,
only to be surprised by a sudden snow storm,
a songbird titters away confusedly
searching for her absent mate.

Disarmed and thawed
by a cessation in hostilities
before the cold war resumed,
a woman laughs nervously
when an acquaintance asks why
he hasn't seen her husband lately.

25 comments:

G-Man said...

Limey...
I loved this Wintery Tale.
Loved your 55 too.
I know the stress is your life right now so I really appreciate this excellent contribution.
Thanks again, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

G-Man said...

Oh Yeah Baby....UNO!!!

dustus said...

Very telling parallel drawn between the stanzas. "Disarmed and thawed /
by a cessation in hostilities" love those lines. Great 55

Craig said...

Tres poignant. . .

Teresa said...

So intriguing! I wonder what the connection might be between the two stanzas.

Brian Miller said...

err...where is the hubby...chilling out under the snow somewhere?

clean and crazy said...

very well written 55. as always;)

hedgewitch said...

Oh yeah. I certainly can relate to the bird and her counterpart. Very disorienting and also tiring going through those climatic and climactic changes. Excellent 55. I liked you fly rednecks, too. Hilarious with the orange cap and the Dominacans.

Beach Bum said...

Having unusual warm weather down here, some of the trees have even started to bloom. We have at least one more good cold snap left, don't know how the trees will do.

This depresses me on several levels, namely that my wife is talking about starting yardwork again.

Enchanted Oak said...

This is nicely done. That nervous laughter is the icing on the cake. I also enjoy the idea that perhaps the missing spouse is terminally absent, but that's probably just my nefarious mind at work.
Here is mine: Bacon-fat gravy

joanny said...

Interesting, love the nervous laughter -- many good lines here in a mere 55 economy of words. Hitchcock would love this.

joanny

furiousBall said...

if I were to write this one last weekend...

"Disoriented
by a buttload of beer last night
I want to throw up
why is that bird so loud.
I hate birds in their stupid
bird faces.
Too scared of pooping the bed
to fart"

Ami Mattison said...

Wow! I really love this! Great way to draw an observant parallel! Fantastic 55! Thanks!

Mama Zen said...

This is flat out brilliant.

S said...

serving roast to the cops again, are we?
:P

Just so damn good!

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

He's probably flying around with Miss Skylark - you know how she gets around. LOL!

Nice 55, Lime!

Kat said...

Beautiful. I can't relate. All the way around.

Jannie Funster said...

Just passing by.

I know you are busy.

Well wishes.

And this is saucy!

xo

tattytiara said...

That poor bird looks so fed up. I understand, little birdie, I so understand.

kkrige said...

oh, not a nice place for mama bird to be. Here's hoping her mate shows up with something better than excuses to show for his absence.

Dave said...

Mm, an interesting poem Michelle. Sounds like the hubby left because of a row? Not quite the same as the bird. I enjoyed its photo though - Dave

Cosima said...

Not to make you envious, but yesterday I received my first sun burn of the year.

Mona said...

I guess that would be the story of most lives...

Palm Springs Savant said...

lovely and poignant.

secret agent woman said...

That's a bit melancholy.