Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Metaphysical Punch In The Quill
Error is as important as experience
Tripping upon shoelaces
Twisting an ankle, pain pills
Moping in bed, with foot in air
Wishing you could kick anyone who
Has the ability to walk.
Your mind wanders, perception in flux
From the human instinct, boredom.
That stagnancy takes form
Shaping the four walls of your room
Into a perfect construct
Without mistakes, Shiny, washed of stains,
Devoid of memory and smells
Placed together by foundation
Frame, sheetrock and paint
And again from boredom or fever
(Another human attribute)
Your head travels through solidness
There resides another room
Adjacent to yours that is familiar
Windows are hung in the room with care
You look through one of the windows
Seeing yourself, outside, in a garden and realize
You are catching bees in your vegetables.
Sex, love and food are of the same thing
It as if you have come to your senses
If such a thing exists and recognize
You are a hunter of the roofless house
The ceiling depository of akasha
With cement in your shoes called the body
You must sow the ground
With your solidness
The feet and head
Work hands that dig
In all temperatures and textures
Forming cuts and bruises
Forcing dust between fingernails
An epiphany sprouts.
Magic and visions are gifts
To those who are chosen
You just didn’t realize everyone is chosen
Coupled with this new hybrid vegetable
Comes a ringing in your ears.
It’s your phone on the nightstand
You have a headache
As if you have just pulled your head
Out of a wall. Your foot throbs
You take a good look at the pills
Thinking the doctor made a mistake
Welcome to the sublime error
With memory of the garden still intact
You begin to write freely
The greatest poem ever written.
After it’s written, you read it
Big mistake
You blame the doctor
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Elan Mudrow 
Nicely put!
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“With cement in your shoes called the body
You must sow the ground
With your solidness” I loved those lines,I could relate to some of them. I absolutely enjoyed reading this as well as the other poem. I am glad to have stumbled upon your blog tonight and am hoping to read more(Yes,they are long but,interesting and keeps me scrolling down to read more.I will scrape out some time from my teenage life to read as much as I can in the near future.) Cheers! 🙂
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That is some scary clown. Yes, I liked the words….but I am stuck at scary clown 🙂
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Being laid up with an injured foot gives a different perspective. I was unable to walk on mine for 8 weeks. Gave me new appreciation for the simple ability to walk on 2 feet.
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moving and beautifully written, thank you (the clown is so scary, I hate clowns!) Michelle
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Wonderful images, wisdom and humor!
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The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
– Panic at the Disco
This is the song that your words brought back to mind. Don’t let them take the fight from the kid with all their medicines 🙂 Nicely written.
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Ah, but the doctor would be pleased with the results, however inspired.
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Magic and visions are gifts
To those who are chosen
You just didn’t realize everyone is chosen– ZING!!!
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I love this…
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surely error IS experience?
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Soooo excellent, gives me chills, if not for warming humor. 🙂 Roofless house and cement in your shoes. Love that photo too. I had known so many people who are scared of clowns.
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The ceiling depository of akasha…Wow, took time to look this up and I wonder just who I should blame 🙂
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Love the post title….Yeah! Pen is mightier….. 😉
Agree wholehearted with the sentiments expressed here so well. Error is the Staff of Learning…. 😉
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