Muse for Monday


We have spoken highly of procrastination on M3. It seems Mantra agrees procrastination is a good thing. This particular poem is not what you expect out of her, for more than just a couple of reasons.


This style of poem is not usually on display on M3. As a matter of fact, I can only find one other poem with a similar scheme in nearly 30 years of poetry.


While this poem barely rates as a medium in terms of the length of poem I prefer to write, it is longer than most Mantra brings to the fore. Mayhap, before I get to the end of the reasons, I may convince myself this is merely my thoughts in rhyme.


This poem contains no real frivolity…unless you consider the administration justice to be frivolous. Which is not to say it is humorless.

MantraOkay. I admit it. This is what I really think, but in rhyme. We will let Mantra sulk because I have hijacked her day.

Though simply titled, Not Today is a detailed look at retaliation through nothing more than being sincere. It is an act of Karma. Ironically, even those who do not believe the carousel ever truly makes it all the way around can find justice in the end of this poem.

Not Today

There are not many reasons why I’d venture into the fray.
Like so many others before, today is not the day.

The hackles stand high as I listen to the words
Spoken not softly, clumped together in herds.

They’re drum beats of a thousand tinny snares
Yet, insufficient to drown out my daily cares,

Which tug at my memories and wrench my heart,
Pulling at nerves, giving a jolting start.

Seeking solace and silence, I retreat again
Into darkened corridors, for it to begin.

The raising of the curtain on the drama unending,
Which threatens my sanity. It is mind bending.

The contortion of convoluted crap.
The bottomless pit of a miring  trap.

Lies, bigotry, charlatans: One and all.
Somehow never righteously slipping to fall

Into their own waste-strewn dumpsters,
But inviting us to toxic waters

To steep in their self-aggrandized muck,
With the diabolical wish we’d get stuck

With one free hand holding a rope
To satisfy our undying hope

Of escape from the slime,
While at the same time

From the other end loose
They tie a tight noose

To drape ’round our throat,
Bidding us, “Don’t choke.”

On the sugarcoated pellets of deception
Sweetly poisoning our skewed perception

Of the non-reality they create,
Breeding discord and hate.

There are not many reasons why I’d venture into the fray.
Like so many others before, today is not the day.

For in my other clenched fist
Is an ever-growing list

Of those who shall never see
Even the slightest shadow of me

Darkening their theatres of contrivance.
In their ill-borne efforts to advance,

I become a silent stumbling block,
Appearing at every window, door and lock.

Oh, but not as overt as that may seem,
For you see, in all interests will my effort teem,

Not at the hands of my presence or joining,
But at my insistent remote interjecting

Of truth amidst the half-truths and lies
Which inevitably open others’ eyes

To the constant stream of uselessness
Shoveled without consciousness

By the purveyors and eradicators alike.
Yet, in the end, it is truly a spike

I’d rather drive through your empty heart
Because your head is a stone, hard and dark.

Instead, I choose not to stoop down,
Choose a knowing grin over the frown.

For in the denouement of the play,
It is I the curtain call to pay.

Indeed the victory is sweet,
With you beneath my feet

Crushed by the weight of your doing
Naught by my fervent eschewing.

For you should have listened to
The original warning I gave you.

There are not many reasons why I’d venture into the fray.
Like so many others before, today is not the day.


What is your natural reaction to drama? How do you combat it? Have you ever thought it more satisfying to merely physically hurt those who insist on inflicting you with their drama? Are you prepared for the curtain call? Did this have too much of a Dirty Harry feel to it?

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  1. wouldn’t expect anything less from you Red. Dig it Baby!
    Dark, beautiful and wondrous.
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  2. “Instead, I choose not to stoop down,
    Choose a knowing grin over the frown.” I like it.

    I try very hard not to get involved in drama. The most highly dramatic people I know are the ones who say they are tired of everyone else’s drama lol. I have a few tricks I’ve learned over the years to check myself when I feel the suck of their powerful vacuum (double meaning intended). There is enough drama I cannot avoid, so I choose to stay out of the fray and say “not today” as well. Good stuff Anne Marie!

    • Red

       /  April 26, 2012

      I really like that different parts of the poem have resonated with different people. I have always been a drama magnet. For some reason, my listening skills beg to be exploited every time drama is created.

      Keep saying “not today”. It works!

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