September 2, 2021

the sunday muse #175



 i saw two pixies on the downtown train

i’m sure they snuck on at the parker station

i’m sure they didn’t pay

so odd to see two pixies on the downtown train

in the middle of the day

one spoke the language of sunset

the other spoke riddles of sunrise

surprise!

i saw two pixies on the downtown train

and it nearly killed me

two pixies caught wandering in the middle of the day

one says (hey play it cool)

                                                the other says (yeah act natural)

i saw two pixies walking naked thru busy city streets

buying apples

 

two pixies sitting on a park bench, shoulder to shoulder with a hobo in the middle

and they babble and they blunder

he learns all their whistles and winks, the stuff they say with the stuff between their toes

                and he learns how to raise baby birds in his beard

                                                he learns a new sutra

                becomes a buddha!

 

two pixies wander downtown after dark

two pixies in the park

one pixie whirs and twirls in autumn gold, smacking the leaves as they fall from the trees

                exploding gold, smack! Smack! Smack! rainbows of rust!  

 

the other plays fiddle

 

two pixies spotted fleeing the scene barefoot in dirty underwear

party favors and jumper cables

not a pretty picture 

two pixies, one with his head in the clouds, one with her feet in the gutter

so strange to see two pixies hijack a downtown high rise elevator

when the sign specifically says “no shirt no shoes no pixies no service”

 

two pixies on the roof of the city posed like gargoyles calling all angels

danger! danger! the strangers are here!

                                                nothing but pixie tears

                                                                then giggle and run away

                                                jumping in and out of each other’s shadow

i saw two pixies standing around downtown grooving on tunes

one of them starts to sing             (caribou… cari-boooooouuuuu…)

 

and the other plays fiddle




posted for the sunday muse

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31 comments:

  1. Your poetry amazes me! It clicks. It makes me dig deep. It delights. It makes me laugh. It makes me ponder.

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    1. thanks helen, so glad you liked, and thanks for being such a faithful reader, that means a lot to me.

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  2. The pixies certainly have joie de vivre (sp?) This really had me wondering what was going on: "two pixies spotted fleeing the scene barefoot in dirty underwear
    party favors and jumper cables." Now there's parties, then there's PARTIES. Such a fun read and could read much much more about these two and be happy.

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    1. well i'll keep an eye out for them, if i see more craziness i will report back to you =)

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  3. Such delightful repetition! Really liked this poem.

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  4. You had me thinking of those very Pixies as I read it: in fact, I think the song would make a great soundtrack to the poem. I enjoyed this a lot!

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    1. yep, as soon as i saw the challenge picture i thought of this band, i was listen to them as i wrote the poem. thanks ingrid, glad you liked this

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  5. How delightful and magical this is! Thank you for sharing.

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  6. This has such a musical cadence to it, playful yet thoughtful, those two pixies!!

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  7. A pixified stream of consciousness! So entertaining.

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    1. oh yes, a "pixalated" canvas of chaos. thanks bev!

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  8. I second what Bev said! A clever delight indeed!

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  9. Incredible piece—particularly the masterfully controlled flow and the way you toyed with the idea of “playing second fiddle” (et cetera). That last line is very clever. Of course I hope you’ll record if you can.

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    1. thank you peppermint, and yes, i can make a recording of this, i'll let you know when its up

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  10. Oh, I absolutely loved every line of this! What a wonderful frame by frame narrative. You captured the mischief of the two pixies perfectly and made the reader want to join in the fun. And of course, a wonderful choice of song! I love the poem and the song, well done! <3

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  11. This is funny, clever and, as someone said above, magical. With a touch of Tom Waits. I like the way it looks on the page too and the shifting rhythm.. JIM

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  13. How wonderful! Such a delightful ditty!

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  14. I love the story, and it makes me think if they were high on pixie dust... good use of the hobo's beard.

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    1. thank you bjorn, and i agree about the pixie dust

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  15. Love the special effects led by the repetition. It keeps making it flow every bit along the way. Good show Phillip!

    Hank

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  16. This is an amazing birth from that somewhat slick image, and fragrant with contemporary heat and steam fueled by a little bit of myth and allegory. Who could ask for more, as these pixies wander the urban landscape, both powerful and lost, much like ourselves. Some really cool and spontaneous-feeling writing, especially the section starting "... one with his head in the clouds, one with her feet in the gutter...” I like the gargoyles, also.

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    1. thank you joy. i read this one again today, and i really like it too... thats pretty rare for me to like something that i wrote =)

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