Sunday Muse Poem -- Don't Ask
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Gathered Here
We are gathered here waiting
Waiting our ship to come in
Board by numbers given us
Sevens or twos some families
When our ship comes, mask and board
I have been chosen, our King
King Elected, Tiger king
Lion king not selected
Where we'll sail, that we don't know
Trust in Provence we are told
Or be like doubting Lion
And left behind, do not sail
Drink up drink up while we can
Our next meal is on the ship
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompt, I'm linked with Carrie Van Horn at Sunday Muse # 144, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/01/sunday-muse-144.html?m=1#comment-form
Labels: Animals, Boomeranged Metaphor poem, Metaphorical Poem {??}, Poem, poem Syllabic Form, Syllabic Form, Weekly Scribbling 21
posted by Jim @ 1/23/2021 11:58:00 AM
11 comments
11 Comments:
Tiger King it shall be .... really enjoyed this, Jim. Cheers.
A wonderful write Jim! A new favorite for me of yours!
Looks like a mystery cruise. A clever approach, Jim.
Ha! Love that last line and all it implies!
Hmmm...not sure but perhaps the Lion trusted his gut.
Next meal is on the ship! Terrific.
Love this! Hope the tigers find a good place at journey's end.
Drink up drink up while we can
Our next meal is on the ship
Relevant to current situation. Many are surviving for the day. Nothing is assured at the next venue though expectations are rife!
Hank
Ha - and the next meal might be another passengers demise.
"next meal on the ship" - what could it mean for the animals and crew? Good one, Jim!
This is beautiful and foreboding.
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