"Most things are made of nothing/but blank spaces between atoms": So well said! We hold on, we claw those frayed edges, and we learn to let go in whatever capacity we can. A wonderful year end/beginning poem, Kerry! Happy New Year. :-)
More than a little self-recognition in that dodo -- loved the childplay / cinematic opening (clutching our chests and falling), and the revelation that those open spaces suggest there's flying in the falling. But what do we know? We mistook the dodo for a godly goof (then failed to hear the bird sing, I know I am but what are you?) A deft atomic opening for the year, Kerry: Here's to all the fun that will discover us a long the way.
what an original idea - this dodo bird business - adds a most wonderful flavour in the mocking taste of this, which makes us, I suspect, all turkeys *snorting with self-derisive laughter*
intriguing write Kerry and your careful word choices bring this to life in a very comic-tragic way ... I have enjoyed it, tongue in cheek.
Happy New Year to you and may it be filled with more true mirthful moments of unadulterated laughter, in sheer pleasure, although certainly, acerbic edged writing offers us fodder for creation.
I equate involuntary extinction and a kind of fatal silliness to the dodo.. years past, present and future, perhaps.. as it has always been with the human race.
I love the dodo, both poem and drawing, Kerry! I especially love the opening lines about holding on too tightly and falling into the spaces between, very Lewis Carroll.
Fascinating. We also become nonchalant - complacent - like the Dodo bird did. Shed his flying wings and had no predators - until man came along. Did you know that there is a tree that lives for about 300 years and is not reproducing... come to find out the Dodo expired 300 years ago and the tree was reproduced by passing through the Dodo's digestive system. They found that a turkey's gullets mimc the dodo bird's digestive system and are hoping to save the tree they now call the "Dodo tree". Fun little bit of reading. Love your poem - the free falling, the clawing at the frayed edges of time...
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you, Ketty. The poor Dodo. He was too good looking, too nice. And too tasty for his own good. I like his poem also.
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All the best for 2019, Jim.
DeleteOops, sorry about the name, Kerry. I posted that late last night from my cell smart phone and missed the error.
DeleteFor what would we be without hope..💜 Happy New Year, Kerry!😊
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely. Here's hoping for a great 2019!
Delete"Most things are made of nothing/but blank spaces between atoms": So well said! We hold on, we claw those frayed edges, and we learn to let go in whatever capacity we can.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful year end/beginning poem, Kerry! Happy New Year. :-)
Thank you, Anmol. Knowing when to hold on and when to let go is key.
DeleteMore than a little self-recognition in that dodo -- loved the childplay / cinematic opening (clutching our chests and falling), and the revelation that those open spaces suggest there's flying in the falling. But what do we know? We mistook the dodo for a godly goof (then failed to hear the bird sing, I know I am but what are you?) A deft atomic opening for the year, Kerry: Here's to all the fun that will discover us a long the way.
ReplyDeleteLooking for the fun in the spaces between is one way of getting along...
DeleteCheers, B.
I like the spin you put on this, Kerry. Speaks to the impermanence of life.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tim. Happy New Impermanence.
DeleteSo well penned Kerry.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Linda. I appreciate your stopping by to read.
DeleteI have a feeling that all is lost already on the first day... just as it was for the Dodo
ReplyDeleteWow! A keen observation. Yes, the dodo was doomed from day one, as were we all.
Deletewhat an original idea - this dodo bird business - adds a most wonderful flavour in the mocking taste of this, which makes us, I suspect, all turkeys *snorting with self-derisive laughter*
ReplyDeleteintriguing write Kerry and your careful word choices bring this to life in a very comic-tragic way ...
I have enjoyed it, tongue in cheek.
Happy New Year to you and may it be filled with more true mirthful moments of unadulterated laughter, in sheer pleasure, although certainly, acerbic edged writing offers us fodder for creation.
I shall try to maintain the balance between hilarity and acidity to the best of my ability. Thanks, Pat!
DeleteI do not know this year? Is it the year to come...always the year to come? Love the poem!!!
ReplyDeleteI equate involuntary extinction and a kind of fatal silliness to the dodo.. years past, present and future, perhaps.. as it has always been with the human race.
DeleteThe dodo may be long gone but hopefully, we can find hope in the spaces between. We all need hope and encouragement.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed we do.
DeleteI love the dodo, both poem and drawing, Kerry! I especially love the opening lines about holding on too tightly and falling into the spaces between, very Lewis Carroll.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of Alice.. but I see where you're coming from.
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Happy New Year! Love the poem and illustration, too, Kerry!
ReplyDeleteThank you , Frank.
DeleteHoping for the best for all of us in the new year, Kerry. Thanks for all you do in the cause of poetry.
ReplyDeletePoetry is a good cause! Thanks to you too, Sherry.
DeleteFascinating. We also become nonchalant - complacent - like the Dodo bird did. Shed his flying wings and had no predators - until man came along. Did you know that there is a tree that lives for about 300 years and is not reproducing... come to find out the Dodo expired 300 years ago and the tree was reproduced by passing through the Dodo's digestive system. They found that a turkey's gullets mimc the dodo bird's digestive system and are hoping to save the tree they now call the "Dodo tree". Fun little bit of reading. Love your poem - the free falling, the clawing at the frayed edges of time...
ReplyDeleteHappy new year, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteI've been busy, and broken, and the embodiment of the title of your poem.
I hope the arch of your summer is long ~
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