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sipple
"The slippery slope was everywhere."
—Paul Russell, The Coming Storm
my feet fell out from 'neath my charms,
the earth came up to meet me,
and when i landed in her arms,
grit spread her kiss to greet me.
a yellow-ripe banana skin
split open to reveal a grin,
while, awkwardly, i, on my back,
wanted my cool composure back.
my skis etched rink marks in the ice
one lovely glacier morning,
while i my father's sound advice
nonchalantly was scorning.
but when i got into a spin,
no confidence remained within,
and awkwardly, i, on my back,
could not gain my composure back.
all life is but a slippery slope,
which, everyone, ascending,
in piteous lurches tries to grope,
while on his bruised knees bending.
and when, with courage frail and thin,
the steeplechase he cannot win,
he yields his grip and, slipping back,
cannot gain his composure back.
© Copyright 2024 February 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
—Paul Russell, The Coming Storm
my feet fell out from 'neath my charms,
the earth came up to meet me,
and when i landed in her arms,
grit spread her kiss to greet me.
a yellow-ripe banana skin
split open to reveal a grin,
while, awkwardly, i, on my back,
wanted my cool composure back.
my skis etched rink marks in the ice
one lovely glacier morning,
while i my father's sound advice
nonchalantly was scorning.
but when i got into a spin,
no confidence remained within,
and awkwardly, i, on my back,
could not gain my composure back.
all life is but a slippery slope,
which, everyone, ascending,
in piteous lurches tries to grope,
while on his bruised knees bending.
and when, with courage frail and thin,
the steeplechase he cannot win,
he yields his grip and, slipping back,
cannot gain his composure back.
© Copyright 2024 February 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 27th Feb 2024
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27th Feb 2024 3:05pm
This was delightful, Cab! While the content was reflective of your themes, it was a joy to read, especially aloud.
29th Feb 2024 1:13am
Thank you, Ahavati.
This poem has a simple origin. My wife and I went to Poetry in Motion, a local annual show, on Sunday. During the show, the Emcee used the term sipple, meaning slippery, as we would say in the Jamaican parlance. I told my wife that would be the title of my next poem, and it became reality less than 6 hours later.
I appreciate the R/L add.
Sincerely
cab
This poem has a simple origin. My wife and I went to Poetry in Motion, a local annual show, on Sunday. During the show, the Emcee used the term sipple, meaning slippery, as we would say in the Jamaican parlance. I told my wife that would be the title of my next poem, and it became reality less than 6 hours later.
I appreciate the R/L add.
Sincerely
cab
