Signposts point everywhere
but that’s the problem – which way was my way
without a map of destiny
no carrot, no firework behind
still in dreams I race to the crossroads
before three vampires can consume me
Mr Right Way would put me on the right road
there he was in my mind’s eye,
in the penny dreadful romance, from film noirs
caught in the arc light of my father’s dark eyes
with halloween candle and mirror at midnight I’d foreseen
only a rather tired and terrified version of myself
but he was there all right – Mr Right On
although having morphed from Mr 9-5 into a Hey Man
what was a girl to think ?
I thought I just had to be a believer
no faith in stuff and nonsense
accumulating widsom like my grandmother
read Schopenhauer, Marx and existential poets
live in a houseboat, smoke pot and raise children
the kind who would not devour the world in wants
Death still has the sting
but I’m wised up to life as a much sweeter place
I should have gathered honey instead
© Laura Granby
I felt it necessary to see what this collage could inspire since I composed it for MLMM Writing Prompt #167
and to enjoy more Sunday versifying am joining up with Poetry Pantry
What a wonderful contrast in your lines, I so wonder though if there is ever a Mr Right.
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not sure – probably just a Mr Wrong
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Your poem has a great shape to it, Laura, and those last three lines made a strong impact.
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appreciate that comment Kim as try to allow the shape to settle into whatever form – the ending is sweet for a change
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This is wonderful… we find all that wisdom from hindsight, once we get wised up to life. So true.
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hindsight – the great teacher – we pass it on and nobody listens!
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Love this! Life is full of contrasts and various possibilities. All we need to do is follow both our heart and instinct. Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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if only life were so simply beautiful Sanaa ❤
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all our experiences are Mr. Right i think making us quite knowledgeable before we leave…
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nice way of seeing things Sumana 🙂
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I love the style of the poem Laura, very profound words on the human condition! Fabulously done!
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thank you for those lovely words and for the chance to do my own collage as prompt – it’s a tough one to keep coming up with so appreciate your efforts even more!
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Thanks so much Laura =) I will be posting your other collage as well
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hope it has helped out – (and forgotten what collage looks like so at least no head start with the challenge 😉 )
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I make wordles and collages in advance so far that I have no idea what is coming until I am preparing the post haha
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Never thought of being a bee Laura, but you got me thinking with this one
Happy Sunday
much love…
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❤
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I loved reading about this journey, and the hint of world weariness with which I completely resonate. I most love the quote at the top of your collage. Smiles.
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Oh dear Sherry even when I’m being sweet the world weariness shows through 😉
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But if you had gathered honey would you be who you are? Signposts and signals abound and yet somehow the right direction seems elusive perhaps a sign with ‘you will get there eventually and in your own way’ is the most accurate.
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I’d have been a sweet old lady instead of…
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even the bee, gathers nectar, and has to work hard fanning her wings … to reduce that nectar to honey!
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And adding water to make it less congealed
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Interesting progression in this poem. I think we all search for that “Mr. Right Way,” and hopefully each of us finds our own Right way as we travel through life. Hard nowadays to raise children who do not devour the world in wants, it seems. And indeed gathering honey as one lives seems like the best way!
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Thank you Mary – I like the notion of progression in this rather than just a stream of consciousness!
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Though I am behind, i will catch up as I hate to miss any of your poems Laura….such magic in every line…and I had to chuckle as I shook my head, yes, yes in so many places. Of course when i read the ending lines, I just thought, ‘brilliant’…yes I too am thinking life is so much sweeter especially if we gather honey.
You did a fabulous job creating a poem for this collage….
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We are often in tune! Thanks for stopping by Donna as know you are as busy as the proverbial insect
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Wow, that is exceptional! 🙂
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And your words have made my day 😀
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What a beautiful and sensible post and a joy to read. One of the beauties in life is not conforming but being oneself otherwise we will have regrets.
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Thank you – I liked your combination of adjectives – So hard to know who we are though which I suppose is the thread of uncertainty in this
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Enjoyed this poem. You write very well. Schopenhauer, Marx and dope (dont know about house boats) were all de rigueur at that time. I think the only solution is to collage one’s own world ( I like hues of pink) and leave the real one to those who can handle it:)
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Life in the pink sounds good – but I find reality has a nasty habit of turning up when we are not looking 😉 thank you for stopping by with such a nice comment
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Glad you wised up an found life a sweeter place after all. (The hippy dream sounds a bit boring the way you describe it!)
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Have never had a boring dream but life has had its doldrum moments!
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“My husband’s friend raised bees and made honey. Apparently, he was always at peace with himself. Perhaps there is still time to join an apiary,” she commented. “Poem is excellent sour to sweet,” she added.
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“might get stung” she added “but I like your sweet and sour metaphor – thank you”
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I had fun playing with your prompt. And I enjoyed that I could find your piece to it as well.
Overheard… (#6 Grojean’s Treasure)
I like your last stanza and how it sums up quite a bit of what I have gone through. Being very familiar with death since a young age and reaching toward the sweet that still lives.
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Glad you enjoyed it Jules – not easy to piece together a cohesive response from the pieces of collage
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I tend to squish them (collage pieces and prompts) into existing story lines. I call it the ‘shoe-horn effect’ 🙂
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