Three Minutes

An Exhilaration

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Bill hunts in the early morning light,

                        Dies a little at each mallard he hits,

                        The light brings something special,

                        Like he's the trees, the swamp and sky,

           

                        As he loads the shotgun he sees a little,

                        Of the urges, desires he once engendered,

                        Like a ship sunk in the harbor's mouth,

                        Creating a stagnant wall of barnacles.

 

                        Figures he's clearing the mess with each shot,

                        At every crook of finger, he holds his breath,

                        As if beckoning the lady of light to him,

                        She obliges, but for a brief three minutes.     

 

                        Bill wonders about that, the half life we live,

                        Like radio activity that is unstable, fidgety,

                        Waiting to form new elements in relations,

                        And born into nature, a new man, a flame.

 

                        The sun rises over the horizon, a new day dawns,

                        Not like yesterday or the day before that,

                        Its today! Not ever experienced before now,

                        Now, the lady beckons with a swing, at the spot.

 

                        Another mallard folds its wings and dives,

                        Like divas on stage, twirling in a ballet of passions,

                        A skill and devotion, they spend their lives learning,

                        For another's joy and true life's exhilaration.

Reviews

[patricia]

I loved the line...figures he's clearing the mess with each shot. The way you show how people act out their inner conflicts. The whole poem is a joy to read. Thankyou.

[R J Askew]

What can I say in three minutes? Great poem because of the juxtaposition of joy at bounty and beauty of nature with the bestial destruction of one life form by a higher life form enjoying its freedom and leisure. Ach, I have two minute to spare. Best read another before Bill nails me. I thought the first three lines of the third verse the very best here.

Mal Lard