A Prayer Like Gravity

Mundus vult decipi

caught, a cinquain

Posted on April 5, 2014 by Johnny Crabcakes




these things
that i cling to--
that also cling to me--
plastic grocery bags in high
branches

10 thoughts on “caught, a cinquain”

m lewis redford on April 5, 2014 at 03:31 said:

oh, very nice

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j.h. white on April 5, 2014 at 06:27 said:

Indeed…

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dmarshall58 on April 5, 2014 at 07:38 said:

Love this.

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potterfan97 on April 5, 2014 at 11:22 said:

There are great things coming from this month of poetry. Great things.

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- johnnycrabcakes on April 6, 2014 at 23:15 said:
  
  Hopefully greater than plastic grocery bags…but then, to a primitive, I guess even that would seem pretty amazing…
  
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Jeremy Nathan Marks on April 6, 2014 at 18:48 said:

This is perfect, man. Perfect. Nothing quite says cling like a plastic grocery bag high in a tree (alas).

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- johnnycrabcakes on April 6, 2014 at 23:20 said:
  
  This image kind of haunts me. A common picture in my neighborhood. A cross between The Police’s “King of Pain” and the Buddhist idea of “clinging.”
  Thanks much J–
  
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Jilanne Hoffmann on April 7, 2014 at 13:21 said:

Sweet poem.

Reminds me of driving through the bush in southern Africa. We could always tell when we were getting close to “civilization” and its “things” when plastic bags starting appearing midst the natural landscape.

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- johnnycrabcakes on April 7, 2014 at 19:31 said:
  
  A shame. Saw the same thing in Mexico. The town dumps are often the hillside just outside of town.
  
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  - Jilanne Hoffmann on April 8, 2014 at 01:41 said:
    
    the word “civilization” is ironic
    
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