This blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids, Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula, then that is okay, too.
Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "pie".
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A READING FROM
ReplyDeleteTHE SACRED TEXTS
Listen:
The Pie will keep getting bigger.
That's why it's OK to Grab as much as you possibly can.
That's why it's OK to keep Taking and Taking and Taking.
The New Religion says so.
The Prophets point to their Sacred Texts
They translate for us -- the unwashed, the unsaved,
the uninitiated -- and they explain to us
their endless acronyms,
their theories and analysis
The New Religion.
None of their ideas have any predictive abilities
(except in the loosest sense of the word)
but, like good Monday Morning Quarterbacks,
they can explain the Hell out of why
your life savings is gone,
why they need to "right size"
you out of your job,
why your home is worth less now
than you paid to add on the garage,
they can explain all of this
after the fact.
You just can't have expected
them to have known beforehand.
The New Religion.
There's more.
Theologian of the New Religion.
Practices and Rituals of the New Religion.
Songs, dance, pictures.
But I don't want to bore you.
Just Believe.
Believe.
Believe.
Believe.
- Mike Fedel
July, 2013
Will we make the key lime pie?
ReplyDeleteWill we laugh and will we sigh?
What is it about you there
A-flutter with your flustered air?
When you’re still and sort of sad
That’s when I most wish we had
The kind of bridge between the us
In which could happen tenderness.
-- LisaLou