my son likes to say
that’s not fair
when he doesn’t get his way
like the universe had impulse to care
fate gets stuck in my teeth
like Sunday grits in a sieve
but under its sheath
tastes like things I used to believe
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse’s Quadrille #140: Let’s Go To The Fair!
Also Fandango’s One Word Challenge (grit) and my rare attempt at rhyming.
Brilliant! Especially that second stanza!
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Yeah, wow, that second stanza rocked me hard.
❤
David
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Thanks so much!
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Thanks so much!
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Love the way you used the rhymes… the way we fare, it’s not fair.
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Thanks so much!
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‘Like Sunday grits in a sieve’- what a perfect line!
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Thanks so much, Linda!
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You’re welcome!
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We always think life is not fair when we are children
Nice one
Much💛love
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We sure do!
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“fate gets stuck in my teeth like Sunday grits in a sieve,” .. wow!! What a stunner this poem is! 💝💝
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Too kind – thanks!
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Yes, I agree. That second stanza packs a punch.
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Thanks so much!
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“Sunday grits” and “things I used to believe” juxtaposed gives voice to the disillusionment that even children have to wrestle with. We never outgrow that sense of injustice, do we?
pax,
dora
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We really don’t. Thanks for reading!
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A wonderfully contemplative poem Phillip! Like grit in a sieve what a great image.
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Thanks!!
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You are welcome!
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A point well taken. I also love the second stanza/
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Thank you!!
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I think the universe has it’s own plans and life is def not fair.
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Enjoyed the imagery! Life is gritty but maybe we come to chew it up and experience all the flavors. 😋
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Well said!
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Lovely quadrille.
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Love the girts in a sieve, and the way you flatten any hope of fairness. It’s truly a dead concept. Well done.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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‘things I used to believe’ Yes! Didn’t we all?
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I think so!
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Yes, that second stanza is fabulous. I think it’s that very concrete metaphor, it just gives such life.
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but under its sheath
tastes like things I used to believe
Great close, Phillip. It puts an appropriate finality to the poem!
Hank
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Kids always say that! That second stanza is a wowza!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Oh wow. From beginning to end.
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Thanks 🙂
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Lines:that’s not fair
when he doesn’t get his way
like the universe had impulse to care
Words: Fair and Care.
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