the clock silently ticks
at seventeen
everything was so simplistic
so much promise
of fast cars in polished red and diamonds
entering the springboard of life's thread
ever thrilled at the yellow canarys song
never counted
on those squishy 'fat toads'
that snarled onto dreams
almost sightless
those skips became plods
through clogged up mud
as life metered out more than it should
toads will do that...
ReplyDeleteand life will bog us down if we let it...i think it easier at the younger age as we dont carry much in the way of responsibility or at least pretend like we dont you know....there is still fun to be had though...
thanks Brian -- yep them fat toads will give it a good splat :)) as you say the trick is not to let 'em - hugs and love - Lib
DeleteI always enjoy these views into others' adolescent experiences. My life was so different as by 17 I was working full time to support my Dad and younger brother. Wonderful in its descriptions, it captured my imagination.
ReplyDeletethanks so much Anna, glad to see that through it all that canary is still singing xx Lib
DeleteAh, those were the days...I think we should all have a Poetopia piggy bank, save a date, and gather in a huge poetic expression of complete immaturity...can you imagine! Love the imagery laced throughout...but can't quite shake the picture of the fat toad going splat ;)
ReplyDeleteheehe splat!! thanks so much Tash xx Lib
DeleteAt 17, life looks rosy and promising, until we encounter those that love to snarl our dreams into mud ~ And I also like your picture ~
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Grace yea can be or at least hope and expect that life perhpas could have better in store - xxLib
Delete17 feels like so long ago...we think we know it all until reality hits. xo
ReplyDeletethanks so much Ayala - yea some do and think they have all the answers and these days I think some of them do - they can buy and sell you - xxLib
DeleteYeah 17 was grand 10 years away in my land. Now just life causing such strife.
ReplyDeletethanks so much Pat, I figured that you were about twenty seven same age as me :)) heehe xx Lib
Deletesometimes the responsibilities can wear us down when we get older...ah but the canary still sings...smiles
ReplyDeletethanks Claudia, yep that canary still sings, evidence of that every tuesday nght down at dverse pub :)) xx Lib
Deleteyep, curveballs do come our way, where the unexpected is but a day away, or something like that, some expression I heard once. Love how you phrased it with toads and the transformation from skipping to plodding through mud. Excellent read. Thanks
ReplyDeletethanks so much Fred for your insights I like that saying :) yep sometimes can be just around the corner xx Lib
DeleteWe're not 17 any more...but the canary surely is still there...and you prove it here and elsewhere...always! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Jacquie, ;) I knew you'd say that yep that canary still sings :)) love ya Lib xxx
DeleteOn the 5th of October, my Mum, Libithina passed away suddenly at home. She gained so much satisfaction from the work she did and the friendships she cultivated. It is devastating she is no longer here.
ReplyDeleteDrJay, so sorry to hear of her loss. She was a beautiful member of our poetry communities. And how significant this post...somehow the canary's song seems especially appropriate. Bless you all. Victoria
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