Weathered
Our statues,
constructed
during the early age
of heroes,
are crumbling.
Repair them
with bubblegum,
and document them
in silly putty,
but they still wear
in the wind
and erode
in the falling droplets
of dark soda.
With the sun grinding down,
even though they fall
their shadows continue to grow.
-Robert L. Jackson III
I can't help having my thoughts turn to the political process...indeed the statues are crumbling and the shadows growing. Sorry if I interpreted your words totally incorrectly...but it works. (Smiles)
ReplyDelete" the early age / of heroes, " it truly was that...sigh...
ReplyDeleteWonderful... love "in the falling droplets of dark soda"....
ReplyDeleteRepair them with bubblegum - both made me smile and also feel slightly adrift...i think we are indeed eroding our own history in a physical way - but the important things perhaps remain in our minds and can be relayed through words, image and well, ether waves
ReplyDeleteWith the sun grinding down,
ReplyDeleteeven though they fall
their shadows continue to grow.
The closing lines are truly captivating!!
Our statues, and our heroes, are crumbling....well expressed!
ReplyDeleteI love the image you chose for your poem....the poem conjures up so much more for me, as Mary said!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
I have to say that this works so much for me as a metaphor... especially those growing shadows. We seem to take better care of shadows than of heroes.
ReplyDeleteLike you, I have recently lost many inspirational figures in my life....the sentiments here resonate. And, I love the imagery....especially, "erode
ReplyDeletein the falling droplets
of dark soda." Brilliant :-)
I love how your piece here flowed so wonderfully. The words, how they complement each other, just makes me want more, more, more. thanks.
ReplyDeleteWe grow up with heroes all around us then one day we see they are all normal, fallible just like us. Very good indeed.
ReplyDeleteWe forget and ignore the past at our own peril. We all make mistake but not to learn from others is a disaster. Here we are in the 21st century as foolish as ever as thosde shadows lengthen. Great words.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite poem of the day. I absolutely love it.
ReplyDeleteA sombre reflection, which - unfortunately - seems to resonate with us all.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
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