Pancakes and Stop Lights
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In the eternal pause at a red light
Do you ever slip away and look down at yourself
Listen to your head tell your tapping foot
"Wait for it, wait for it"
And wonder at yourself seeing the impatience there
Where does it come from, why the hurry?
You have learned that life is in the moments
That time is an illusion
That the illusion is a game and you
Are playing it well
You asked, why are we here?
And you were answered
"Wait for it, wait for it"
You followed the pendulum swing
Marking its furthest points at love
And fear
Wise ones pop up like tarts in a toaster
Eager to answer your insatiable appetite
Everyday now you absorb life's secrets
Like a pancake drowning in syrup
Heavy with knowledge, struggling to contain it
Every answer removing you
A little farther from this vessel
What if the foot doesn't heed the head
Stomps the gas solidly in the red
Garbage truck takes you broadside
Slams you back to the other side
What if you've eaten your last breakfast
Sounds like fear, or love of life?
Still so many questions
Get back in that body
Get back in the game
"I said WAIT for it"
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I like mine buttered, and thank you.
I like it too--wonderful images, wonderful energy thanks
Thanks for coming by robie2. I appreciate you commenting.
WOW, I honestly am blown away by this. This is one of the few poems that truly hits me, and amazes me. This has some fantastic meaning behind it, and is written in an unusual, and VERY true way
I understood the meanings you intended in this, and they are very real.
The movie Donnie Darko breaks down the greatest of positive and negative emotions into love and fear. :]
What IS the hurry, anyway?
This is absolutely fantastic, I'm serious. One of my favorites...not because of the poetic form, or the BEAUTY of the words...but because of the deep, unique, and interesting truth behind it.
Respect, and mad props for this. :D
Wow, that is definitely one of the nicest comments Ive recieved. I'm most excited that you relate to and understand it.
yeah...i dont want to be hit by that garbage truck...as hard as it is sometimes to wait...i think i will slow down just a bit...
Good plan Brian... good plan :)
You know I was having breakfast while reading this...so when I got to the breakfast part, I'm like, wow!..,lol Good stuff here.
Bless!
What would be worse is if the garbage truck spilled over on you
You'd be smelly and probably give a curse too
So obeying those red lights sometimes pays off
Although at others nothing is around and you just scoff
Enjoyed the one shot by you
Made me think about a thing or two
Hi Emmanuel. Funny I caught you at breakfast, contemplating dinner myself.
Thinking Pat? I couldn't ask for much more.
Interesting thought process...
This is cool...we are always rushing..what if it is the last breakfast or the last moment ....
@wolfsrosebud I envision you saying that with a wrinkled brow. It's o.k., I get that a lot actually. :P
Hi Ayala. I suppose living in the moment means just that. Eat that pancake as if it is your last pancake.
oh, I really like how it all leads up to the last stanza to really bring the point home. Nicely done!
Thanks Lori. I appreciate your feedback.
Thoughts of a moment, caught and reflected on
I like that catchphrase "wait for it" (especially when the fruit n fiber bar genie says it, lol) and what a fantastic extrapolation you've done on it here.
See, I get wrapped in these moments all too frequently. When I realise I actually like going slowly, everything seems fine again. Great work.
Scribbles I think a lot of poetry is just that.
Hi Fireblossom. Is the genie a tv commercial thing? I've never seen it. From one extrapolator to another, thank you!
Greetings Adam. I get sucked into speed all too often. I beg my children not to take after me.
Tom Rubenoff 15 months ago
I like my tarts toasted. And I like this poem.