Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Poetic Justice

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We are the people of Stupidity Street*

For us remains a blind sky

A blanket of rheumy air

A few dead sparrows

A scarecrow

In a desert

And sighs

Of poets

 

 

*I used the title ‘Stupidity Street’ of Ralph Hodgson’s poem here.

 


Submitted to Susan’s Midweek Motif ~Justice or Poetic Justice @ Poets United

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18 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky29 April 2015 at 12:41

    Oh wow, you took the same tack I did, but did it so succinctly and powerfully. Fantastic, Sumana! Stupidity Street indeed!

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  2. Anonymous29 April 2015 at 13:06

    Disturbing,elegant imagery - this poem has an enigmatic smile.

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  3. Myrna R.29 April 2015 at 13:22

    This gave me goosebumps because of its sharp truth. Yes we live on stupidity street. I'm hoping we move.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi29 April 2015 at 13:40

    This is so vivid with the harsh reality of life..!
    xoxo

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  5. Gail29 April 2015 at 14:13

    Sadly, there's much truth here.

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  6. Susan29 April 2015 at 14:14

    I found the link to Hodgson's eerie poem! Yours is harsher still, echoing the world ending of TS Eliot and Sherry, along with the sighs of us poets. Whew!

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  7. Mary29 April 2015 at 14:47

    Whew, Sumana! I like the way you can write poems of various types. Not sure I want to live on "Stupidity Street." Smiles.

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  8. Eileen T O'Neill .....29 April 2015 at 16:12

    Sumana,

    Stupidity Street, is suffering from overcrowding I would think. So many stuffed together, of the same outlook..Following one after the other..Superb image..

    Eileen

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  9. Old Egg29 April 2015 at 20:17

    Sadly we often turn the wrong way and find ourselves of Stupidity Street.

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  10. Gen Giggles 30 April 2015 at 06:03

    Poetic indeed. The time when those who knew better and were ignored is always upon us.

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  11. Wolfsrosebud30 April 2015 at 06:17

    i liked how this poem shrank to the end... gave it power

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  12. magiceye30 April 2015 at 22:04

    Leading to a vanishing point!!

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  13. humbird1 May 2015 at 06:20

    Ah, Sumana! You presented this naked view, so vulnerable...'A blanket of rheumy air' such image ...and just 'sigh of poets' make it more than emptiness and giving the hope ...wow...I believe we need go deeper inside for the verse to start expanding....hugs

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  14. J.N.T.1 May 2015 at 11:44

    Don't we all cross that street at some point of our complicated or simple lives? lol...and believe me, love is another reason we stay on that street for too long. blessed weekend to you Sumana!!!

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  15. Tammy1 May 2015 at 20:04

    scarecrow or hangman? both represent justice?

    Joy From Acts of Pleasure

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  16. annell42 May 2015 at 07:54

    The sighs of poets....so beautiful!

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  17. Intelliblog6 May 2015 at 00:20

    Great poem, Sumana, outlining succinctly what we as foolish humans get - exactly what we deserve if we live on "Stupidity Street" and ignore the "sighs of poets"...

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  18. Wendy Bourke8 May 2015 at 17:42

    This is so intense and scathing. You landed your deserved outrage adroitly with a few extremely well chosen words. Excellent writing, Sumana.

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