Farewell stagnation

thank you, Saana, for an interesting prompt tonight at #dverse we have looked at the beat generation of poets. my poem was written at work today (well started) while my mind wondered away. spontaneously taking me away from the tedious task being carried out.

Farewell Stagnation.

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Farewell to stagnating po-faced nations,

I’m going to join the stag nation.

Farewell to be stuck into the rat race’s rut,

I’m joining the rutting stags.

Farewell to the flood of greasy burger wrappers around my ankles,

I going to where the golden leaves of autumn blow.

Farewell the seasons of corrosion,

In this stagnating city of human parasites,

I’m heading for the wild country of oaks and red deer.

Enough is enough humanity,

Stagnating in your own corrosive juices,

The wilderness shall embrace me,

Like you could never embrace it.

© 04/10/2022 rog leach

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17 thoughts on “Farewell stagnation

  1. Love this especially; “Farewell to the flood of greasy burger wrappers around my ankles, I going to where the golden leaves of autumn blow.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💘💘

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  2. There’s a strong beat in your poem, Rog. I said goodbye to ‘greasy burger wrappers around my ankles’ a very long time ago and am more than happy ‘where the golden leaves of autumn blow’.

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  3. Rob, this was a fun read. Halfway through, “greasy burger wrappers around my ankles” reminded me of the hippies also living wild in the beat generation, with “Pest Repellent Dog Flea Collars” on their ankles. I didn’t get that deep into all that but I did go on my Honda Bike to hear the wanabe music groups playing under the trees in the park and on the loading platforms. ZZ Top started that way, here and in Louisiana, then plus. I fit in okay with my longer hair even if I did have a nice day joy in the Control Center at the NASA Houston Space Center.
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