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mud puppy

hoping to evolve from the slime of despair
to at least a foothold on the plateau of neutrality
i inch, infinitesimally slow,
along the unquantifiable scale of day-to-dayness.
don’t bother to measure my progress,
for like the damnable frog in the well
of my highschool nightmares
i slide one step forward, three steps back
with such unfailing regularity
that diana herself takes her cues for the height of tidepools
from my rhythm.

don’t look for me to finish with the frontrunners;
don’t look for me to finish at all.
just know that i am moving:
never stagnant,
but never fullbore either.

i simply keep on, caught in the grip of some clumsy tango.
no guarantees on this nag
except the assurance of backsliding spectacularly well.
the mud becomes familiar after awhile;
the grit, decaying life and unnameable effluvia
seem comfortable quarters round my poreless envelope
of skin.

hurry on if you must –
i’ll be along,
if not in good time,
then at least in my own.

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

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Comments

  • HamperRefuser
    HamperRefuserover 2 years ago

    Awesome, metaphorical write. Makes me think of slow corrosion. It’s sad, but beautiful.

  • Yes, and the metaphor stills holds, alas. Thanks much, Nathan.

    – RC deWinter

  • tori yule
    tori yuleover 2 years ago

    Love this, your writing is exceptional and I can relate so well to it.

  • Curtsying with sincere appreciation…

    – RC deWinter

  • PatChristensen
    PatChristensenover 2 years ago

    Well written familar and true as the world speeds by i find i am crawling at my own pace not still, moving, but behind is the way of the world i guess. Interesting piece that many can relate too. Enjoyed! :)Pat

  • Many thanks, Pat, I hope people can relate to my poetry. I am not an academic, I write from the heart and my life and I am sure others have experienced similar feelings, life events, etc. Poetry should be accessible, IMHO, not so arcane that it becomes an exercise in futility to try to understand it.

    – RC deWinter

  • Anna Shaw
    Anna Shawabout 2 years ago

    :

    We would love to hear your thoughts on the magazine, so it would be lovely if you could *click on the banner to go straight to the forum and let us know what you think. Link to Forum

    You can view the magazine online HERE

    or buy a printed version or digital download HERE

    Huge congratulations from all of us in the editorial team.

    xx
    Anna

  • Another of my own faves, muchas gracias.

    – RC deWinter

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