"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.

Polly Alice

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Peter, Peter, Peter Rabbit

Life is hard people say
stuck between.. a hard place,
and ... you know
to dream of softer rocks
what would those be?
If a rock rolled after you
through the desert
and spit out a stream
of cold water
when you were thirsty
--for you--
what would you call it--
would you even tell

Sittin' here on this rock
and there's nothin' left--
What if your
house got destroyed,
your job--over.
Would you take it
back 'nways if you'd
been serving
the wrong kingdom.
Yes the wrong
kingdom. People
that only care bout

What if the rooster crowed
and the deck was stacked
against outsiders. What if
you was locked outside a door
where you used to wear
the keys. If you were
an escape artist
where would you run?

What if your luck ran out-
not a clover to your
name--where four leaves
were common
What's the use
of a three leaf clover?
What's the use of three
of anything?

What if someone
named you brother
then called you thief
tried to trick you
with a black-tar
kind of love that
was nothing but fake.

What if you
were thrown out
into the place
no one else wanted
to go.

Br'er Fox, Please
don't throw me
into that briar patch.

Anywhere. 'cept, please,
please don't throw
me into that old
thistle-y briar patch

Course they did--
An that's when
you finally found
a safe place
a place where
you belong.

What if someone
named you Rock
--and said they'd
build on what
you never did.

What if you
were petrified--
broken down
curiously strong
now stubble enough
to be the
crux of something
never found round
here before.

is not necessarily
a bad thing.


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