it's all I have,
not much, to you, but all
and with my heart torn asunder
I watch my life, my labour,
resting here, for you to plunder...
ravage the fields,
torch the meadows
**** the bees
and watch the clover
count not the cost
of your rapacious greed,
see only your hearts selfish need
to be the sum the total, the all.
not knowing, in your victory
you become...the pall,
that settles in the room
and stops the conversation,
like smog and a locust infestation.
this is my life, my family
and we do, what we do
to remain free of heartache
we need not your benediction,
or blessing of our grace.
so...you look to yours and
shut your face....
prompt : write a parody or satirical
poem...utalizing a famous poem you know
"It's all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell"
started out as something different,
but ended up as apoem about my frustration with my brother's need
to compete and put me down...
when he visits....
he needs to be at all times
the king of the castle... middle child syndrome.....
(and yes it would be easier not to invite him....but my mother dotes on him.... family dynamics **** sometimes.)
so there it is.... in all it's pettiness.