Methinks a lotta comfy sheep of this musin' / dreamin' ilk live in the USA... where yet there is the warm press of fellow dreamers, where yet sweet oats 'r plenty-full. (a bit like livin' in Cowslip's warren in Watership Down...)
In prior more halcyon daze, it would not be so chilling a piece (but chill I felt today!).
Why, back even a few years ago, it might've just been about procrastination! Why sure! We all have "big plans" perk-o-latin' in our dreams an'--pat pat on the back--no worries my friend, we all indulge in the guilty pleasure've not meetin' our greatest ex-pecked-aye-shuns... rainbow-blurry watercolors of noble plans an' adventures... Why this just might'a been about the indulgent comforts of sleepin'-in an knowin' that it's not so bad to have dreams with all their good/brave/singular an' ambitiously wild n' vivid intentions... Neverthe less.... "Supper was waitin'....an' it was still hot..." But my oh my times have changed....
Meanwhile... as sheep yet roam (an' there remains yet food in the grow-slurry an' heat from the boiler)....inaction, silence, the road paved with good intent-shuns...makes us all look a tad less fondly on these wooly naïfs, for it they fail to fully wake from their fragrant soma-secure-slumber, their shrill screams at slaughter may come a little too late...
Whereby an' wherewith--we may regrettably have ta ask ourselfs: "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (or crack open a bottle've chianti in silent prayer fer the "Silence of the Lambs")
a beautiful but chilling piece Mary--so glad ya shared it tho' it gave me... (wait fer it...) the "woolies" (ha!)
Daisy, thank you for this trenchant comment. What you are describing is exactly why I dusted this poem off and sent it back out into the world. It IS chilling. You're right -- years ago I started writing it first as an internal reflection on self-indulgence, then realized it had relevance on a broader societal scale. I could not have imagined how MUCH relevance, though.
I love your sense of humor, BTW. Gave you the "woolies"... Ba hahaha!
whoa Nellie--that's purdy crazy that ya wrote it as I only "imagined" the hypothetical scenario bein' crafted in more peace'able times an' imagined the meanin' bein' re-thought for "today"... so I managed ta hit a nail on the head, ha! (I don't read minds 'er tea leaves but gosh!) But yes, chillin' fer sure...it did give me the woolies! I guess the ol' chestnut that "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions..." kin take on new meanin'--eeek! (with a ba ha ha ha back'at cha!)
Methinks a lotta comfy sheep of this musin' / dreamin' ilk live in the USA... where yet there is the warm press of fellow dreamers, where yet sweet oats 'r plenty-full. (a bit like livin' in Cowslip's warren in Watership Down...)
In prior more halcyon daze, it would not be so chilling a piece (but chill I felt today!).
Why, back even a few years ago, it might've just been about procrastination! Why sure! We all have "big plans" perk-o-latin' in our dreams an'--pat pat on the back--no worries my friend, we all indulge in the guilty pleasure've not meetin' our greatest ex-pecked-aye-shuns... rainbow-blurry watercolors of noble plans an' adventures... Why this just might'a been about the indulgent comforts of sleepin'-in an knowin' that it's not so bad to have dreams with all their good/brave/singular an' ambitiously wild n' vivid intentions... Neverthe less.... "Supper was waitin'....an' it was still hot..." But my oh my times have changed....
Meanwhile... as sheep yet roam (an' there remains yet food in the grow-slurry an' heat from the boiler)....inaction, silence, the road paved with good intent-shuns...makes us all look a tad less fondly on these wooly naïfs, for it they fail to fully wake from their fragrant soma-secure-slumber, their shrill screams at slaughter may come a little too late...
Whereby an' wherewith--we may regrettably have ta ask ourselfs: "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (or crack open a bottle've chianti in silent prayer fer the "Silence of the Lambs")
a beautiful but chilling piece Mary--so glad ya shared it tho' it gave me... (wait fer it...) the "woolies" (ha!)
Enjoy the travels!
Baaaa....
Daisy, thank you for this trenchant comment. What you are describing is exactly why I dusted this poem off and sent it back out into the world. It IS chilling. You're right -- years ago I started writing it first as an internal reflection on self-indulgence, then realized it had relevance on a broader societal scale. I could not have imagined how MUCH relevance, though.
I love your sense of humor, BTW. Gave you the "woolies"... Ba hahaha!
whoa Nellie--that's purdy crazy that ya wrote it as I only "imagined" the hypothetical scenario bein' crafted in more peace'able times an' imagined the meanin' bein' re-thought for "today"... so I managed ta hit a nail on the head, ha! (I don't read minds 'er tea leaves but gosh!) But yes, chillin' fer sure...it did give me the woolies! I guess the ol' chestnut that "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions..." kin take on new meanin'--eeek! (with a ba ha ha ha back'at cha!)
Crazy for SURE. I think we all read minds, we just don't know it! :-)
Have a great trip 💜
Another wonderful and relevant poem Mary. Happy travels!
Thanks, Michael.
Ah, "the comforting click of the gate" -- tomorrow.
Yes, we don't tend to rally when we're comfy do we? Beautiful.
Happy travels and researching!
Thank you, Kathleen!