night schooled in malls
sitting in on virtual parenting courses on the floor of libraries
Imax queasy steers of car seats and backpacks
through any town, our return label straight in the corner
tucked in edged stamped out parcel
like soccer field lights spotting us out
the emo getting to the other side by crossing wisteria lane
where spiders once laughed in the upstairs downstairs
webs tangling us as itinerant traveller of to-do lists from sweet sixteen dreams
on the outside
outside always on
we seem not anyone or anything or anywhere
but clinging to what had us stuck
escaping to everyone right here
we are not lost
but were listening to something else
for a while
ipod shuffle on remix
~~ posted as RAP at HighCallingBlogs
~~photo from stockxchg
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4 comments:
Ooo! I like this! The images are nice and plentiful. And I love the ending with the ipod shuffle.
"outside always on
we seem not anyone or anything or anywhere" powerful!
from a child's perspective: it was when i was when i was the prodigal daughter that my parents became the prodigals and i soon realised that i had greater control of the prodigal status than they did. their complex, unconditional love for me was easier to understand when i was willing to receive it in the only form that knew how to give it.
deb you writing is not easy to understand at first and that is exactly what keeps me coming back for more.
i find myself deliberately freeing myself from my preconceived notions so that i can understand all the layers.
The word choice and cadence made me feel the life of a hectic soccer mom. Good sized impact as I am a guy and know next to nothing about soccer.
I do like the complexity.
I also get a feel of 'life not turning out as expected' theme.
Once again your words twist my heart and rattle my brain. Just like this life. I especially love this "where spiders once laughed in the upstairs downstairs."
Blessings.
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