"Philosophy From The Curb..."

One of those ...things

"Philosophy From The Curb..."

"I can adjust me to you..."

Time, places.
events - waits
pauses, mid-sentence poooofs
thoughts - complete, incomplete
  even lost forever or
  fucked up beyond any conceivable
  understanding or repair.

I can enwrap myself
twist and inveigle
fit and mesh
twine and simply - wait...

"...but I can't merge and

become ...you." he said.

...then he left.


Chris

Author's Note

"poooofs" is meant as is... though I almost added three more "o"s.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

the answer to that is how much more meat is on the bone

[Chris]

gotta love great "ribs"...

[Jack Isaac]

I think there is a certain Play Dough mentality where other believe you need to be who and what they are... Merge, meld, become one into our collective... but then all there will be is a huge lump of dough that can never be more than half-baked. There are times when isn't necessary to be fully baked. But that's just me, and has nothing to do with this poem... unless one considers what we think of as a melting pot and what ingredients are most important. Those flavors that remain unique in the soup are always the most savory. Nice write.

[B.S. Scarpa]

I like this one. Many people think that they can change somone to be just like them. You cannot though. If you do who are you, and who are they? You are no longer two people you are one....and you will lose yourself. find somone who isnt going to change you thats what i say :)

[Ruth]

Your words pave new paths through my soul! I am blessed to inhale the fragrance of their sweetness, their twists and turns amidst life's wanderings and schemes...always so vivid, love your work xoxo

[Norma M Sutton]

A interesting poem. It reads like a broken and pondering thought process.

[olla]

I was startled into a wide eyed "OH" at the end.. a response I rather enjoyed..

[J. J. Nightingale]

Jazz .. was here >> ..... >>

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Gentle and mirrored with respect no doubt, well done, good read! x

[Jasmine]

No you can't become someone else... but hell, can you write.
In a short poem, you've achieved everything you needed to. an interesting read. thank you.

[emmajoy]

Adusting is a must for some, trying to adjust is for most; maybe the wanting and waiting is what matters. Your words are a magic spell, a motto, a moral, a many a thing to understand and live by, think, feel. And, you do.