A sacrifice to the gods of mundane

A Sacrifice to the Gods of Mundane

by Laura Summerville Reed


Words forgotten, time gone

Images in my mind still

Crisp as apples in my teeth

Committed to paper

Now

Committed to the earth

Decayed

Rusty spirals, binding nothing

No more rosy-prosy. pretty things from here

They were dark, metaphorical things

They were the fruit flies drowned

In my Spanish red wine

They were the moon

That controlled the tide

At the most inconvenient times

They were never-spoken names

With bits of me attached

And

I

Threw them out

If I died while my children were young

Who could blame me then?

One must protect what is precious

Especially oneself


Born from the womb of my mind

The first velvet ache where life is conceived

Like flesh pressed into flesh

My pen pressed to the paper

Uncertain of the things

That compelled the act

But sure the act would be all I need

Then

I

Tossed you away

To save reputations

I censored myself

Sliced my own tongue

Carved pretty words with a sword

Into the side of my cheek

To sing my babies to sleep

And sacrificed my first born

To the gods of mundane

And their last memory of me

Was a sardonic smile

And the incense of a garbage pyre


©LSR 2010


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

When the urge to first write comes upon us, most of us hide from the view of others too shy to claim our role as a writer and too afraid someone might think our product unworthy. The spoken word is lost in time as quickly as its sound but the written word lingers and should be contemplated. Once the aspiring writer comes out into the light, the regret that they bring with them is usually the creations they threw away in rash judgment. All who sustain at it and grow soon learn that we write for ourselves and share it with others both for scrutiny and enjoyment. The ability and desire to create and imagine comes only to a few, cherish it. WB


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

we do tend to spill our guts when we right, and sometimes what is squiggled on the pages is not appropriate for others to read. It's the brilliance captured between the lines sometimes that makes our writing all worthwhile. great hub, I can relate. There are many things I have written that will never see the light of day. They end up in my woodstove, as kindling to warm my bones. ~~MFB III


ralwus 6 years ago

Every poem that is painted with soul is a portrait of the artist, not of the reader. Sometimes the artist knows he created something that is not to be shared, and experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. Good job Laura. x CC


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Wayne, I do so regret the the loss of the volumes and volumes that are now gone. Ahh well, thank you my friend, for reading these.

MFB III, good, bad or indifferent - I may change, rewrite, retitle, move lines or whole stanzas and edit in a dozen different ways but unless by accident, I will never destroy another thing that I commit to this, now cyber paper. Thank you for your insight and wonderful comment.

Charlie, you reaffirm what I already know - No matter how well prepared I make my debut, it will not be well received. As always, I thank you, my dear man.

My briefest poem 'Springs From the Seed', that I've had for quite some time, is a sort of ode to the rebirth of my writing and verbally expressing oneself, in general.


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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

Keep all of your words like treasures, Lalesu-they are!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, lorlie...I will dearly hold them as I cast them far and wide.


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

I discovered boxes of poetry written by my mother when I was young. I never knew she wrote and when she realized she was discovered, she did something with them and I never saw them again. I have a lifetime of memories, but what I would give to have gotten a glimpse into her soul. As Mother's Day approaches I will remember the poem that was her life--my voice a legacy of selfless love. Thanks for the imagery Laura.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Ahh, Winsome - yes, we mothers are so terribly predictable, aren't we? I do hope she didn't destroy them and you may find them again, one day. Along with selfless love, she's also passed along her gift of writing to you. Thank you for stopping by and sharing a moment with me.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

"They were the fruit flies drowned in my Spanish red wine"

Time flies like an arrow! Fruit flies like Spanish red wine!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Very clever, Micky Dee. You made me lol, : ) Thanks.


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habee 6 years ago from Georgia

Wow, I'm blown away!


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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

Laura - this was some great writing and I fully identify! I have shelves full of wire-bound note books now from the past few years. But the stuff I did before then I have lost only to have fragments lodged in my memory fuelling the slight sadness of the loss.

But, je ne regrette rien pas!

Love and peace

Tony


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

habee, I am blown away by your comment, thank you so very much!

tonymac, I'm pleased you enjoyed it, thank you very much for the wonderful compliment and may you never have any regrets!


ralwus 6 years ago

See how you are growing here? I said you were great. Affirmation of same is here. You can only go up now. xox


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Charlie, my dear man, I still intend to post something truly atrocious and see just how windy, wonderfully you will compliment me, haha! and I graciously thank you!


ralwus 6 years ago

Waiting with bated breath my dear. xox


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Haha! You win, I give. Everything I think to write down taste of sweet, cream butter on my tongue. You'll have to wait until I'm sappy in love or some such nonsense as that, I suppose.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

What an incredible conveyor from the soul. You leave me wanting to come back for more. My journey has begun, so lead me sweet lady into the caverns of your creative thoughts. I will hunger to be satisfied, like licking my fingers of sweet chocolate.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Ahhh, dear SR, it is my great hope that you will be back. Now that I've been compared to chocolate, that leaves only red wine and Rainier cherries, and I may die a happy woman, indeed! It is my pleasure to create a thought if the rewards are compliments such as yours!


SilverGenes 6 years ago

Your words carry such power - even when you throw them away. You have a wonderful gift!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Oh! SilverGenes, thank you, they may never be beautiful babies, but I will never throw them away, again. I'm not sure why, but it cost too dearly.


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

Tossed away, but never forgotten...


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Yes, it's still a bit like discussing the merits of a fine wine rather than drinking it.


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epigramman 6 years ago

Lovely lovely title - the reason why I stopped here for a visit on my way back to Mars. I will tell my people about people like you - I think here on earth - the term is 'superstar' .....

You are a creative anomaly who loves words and words have a love affair with you. I am just an alien but I'm a fast learner because of people like you!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Oh, kind sir! To have the virtues of my writing extolled on another planet! and I thought reaching the moon would be my greatest accomplishment, haha!

This is indeed a wonderful compliment. To be called 'superstar' in terms of my writing is, well, a most stellar feeling! Thank you so much!


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epigramman 6 years ago

you are anything but mundane - you are just simply marvelous and it's obvious that words are your best friend!

And it gives me an excuse to see the sun shining again in that smile of yours......


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

My dear Epigramman, thank you, once again. Your compliments are too generous and I will surely never live up to them.


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Gerg 6 years ago from California

I really like the images you so eloquently paint with your words. Very nice, lalesu ~

G


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Hello Gerg, it's very nice to meet you. Thank you so very much. I'm glad you enjoyed it.


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samboiam 6 years ago from Texas

I search the scars that mar the inner most part of my being and wonder how many were the results of futile sacrifices to the god of the mundane.

The words of this poem has thrown me into personal reflection. Which is always a good thing. Great job, Laura. You could write Mary had a little lamb.... and I would think it was great but this may be the best one I have read so far.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Oh Sam, thank you. There is something to be said for the security and peace of the everyday, ordinary tasks and expectations that come with the responsibilities in life, but it's a shame that it's at the expense of creativity and individuality sometimes.

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