I Me We and You

Furious turtles scorn the Interstate's vast breadth.

I Me We and You

I me we and you
all together .. in a small can of goo
up come the sails out go the rails
we row and stroke and it pours
and .. the oars are lost, bobbing away
like analogies at play.

So, in my day - I me we and you
tall, proud, time-covered .. as statues in the park
and surly dogs at night that bark
at haversacks of little mints
everyone chosen, eaten at random
until, by the fall of roman columns
no more apples bobbing and so

it's just I me we and you.

Author's Note

Nothing ventured, nothing gained but what to do when it rains?

Reviews

[A. Amos]

I enjoyed every words of your, beautiful crafted and very brilliantly written. Thank you very much for sharing

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for reading and your comments, A.Amos. :)

[A. Amos]

Most welcome.

[Frieda P]

I love how you wrap your pen around this in an abstract fashion, yet make such common sense of it all in a small can of goo. Ah, the we's have it, but it's all about me, me, me, isn't it now?

[Tam Warink]

Yes, Frieda, sadly.. quite often it is about "me, me, me." It's in our genes, our ego, the construction of our minds as we grow and mature but especially the culture dish that incubates our nascent years. Thanks very much for your review!

[David Scott]

I have read a few of your reviews and now a few poems...
I find your intellect sharp and your humor filled with wit.
You spell out profound truth here.
Maybe our congress and President should read this?
Simple isn't it?
Great write!

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, David. Your comments reflect your mind, your passions and commitment. I can only imagine a wider audience. But, even if it were possible... all I can see in the end is a butterfly beating its wings against the walls of the killing jar. They (elected officials at all levels) always seem to bind themselves with chains of near-unbreakable obligation.

[David Scott]

Maybe you are right...
Maybe these poor souls are the ones trapped within their own jar...
read moreMaybe you are right...
Maybe these poor souls are the ones trapped within their own jar...
Your wings may never touch them but the beauty and truth of your flight could inspire them to break free...
Hope is only lost when all life is lost...

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is the mentality that makes a country great. Sadly, when half of the population is all about me-me-me, eventually, there will be no we, we, we.

This is a brilliantly penned poem from an obviously deep thinker.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, very much... for reading and especially for your well-considered thoughts. I think/believe you are correct, Linda Marie. While the individual ego, without doubt, may rightfully claim it's singular place in history, in the end, it is the "we" that makes a country great. (Or any sentient species for that matter.)

[Latifa]

I love the expression of the first line
nicely put my friend

[Tam Warink]

Thanks for your comments, Latifa.

[Lydia Shutter]

I, Me, We, and You......that's all there is and there aint no more! We have to help each other get through without the oars, don't we? When push comes to shove, we are the ones to rely upon. We have to start somewhere and somehow. Indeed, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained". I liked the surrealistic imagery in this one....not sure why a knapsack full of peppermints would be something dogs would bark at, but I liked thinking about it! :) Lydi**

[Tam Warink]

Thanks, Lydi! Yes, peppermints and barking dogs... there might have been an allegory in there somewhere but I don't recall it well enough to explain it at the moment. Heh! Go figure. :)

[MandaBear]

Very interesting poem you have here. Great job =)

[Tam Warink]

Hi, MandaBear! Thank you! :)

[zainul]

Yes nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Great work done when it rained.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for reading and your comment, Zainul!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all the metaphors, allegories, analogies and such aside...

it all comes down to you and me and we...and we have to stick together to survive..if we don't, we will be the last apples bobbing...and soon there will be none left...existence will be over.

deep piece presented with some humor.

really like this.