Wednesday, June 20, 2012

City Scenes XVI: Pick Your Poison... Life, Or Something Like It



      invincible 


           our old ways 
        were drink 
            and laughter,
      with nary 
      a thought 
       to disaster 
small 

          or great. for 
     each one 
       we've seen 
    amongst 
 others, 

       (denying it 
            could happen 
   to us or 
        those of us) 

          there harbors
      little faith 
           in ecumenical 
          eventualities. 





Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker, Monroe Avenue, Rochester, NY.

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6 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJune 20, 2012 at 7:21 AM

    oh it could def never happen to me....smiles...this pretty well defines my childhood...

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  2. Vicki LaneJune 20, 2012 at 12:57 PM

    Good phrase -- ecumenical eventualities. Good poem, Rick.

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  3. Dave KingJune 21, 2012 at 3:45 AM

    Clever, telling little poem. Enjoyed its tightness.

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  4. R. Burnett BakerJune 21, 2012 at 5:09 AM

    Oh dear. ANOTHER spam comment. I really don't want to be forced to turn on comment approval and all the security crap...

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  5. Cheryl CatoJune 24, 2012 at 12:33 PM

    Yes, I like the "ecumenical eventualities" phrase too. When we are young we feel invincible and as we age we learn "it" could happen to any of us. Very telling poem.

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