Thursday, August 24, 2006

Do Not Say: "LOOK MA, NO HANDS!"

L J has a new webpage @
Her blogs are always interesting or intriguing... sometimes shocking and hilarious.
She suggested that I write something, so here goes...

Skimming Life's surface,
Flapping my wings,
Treading water, treading air,
Some kind of bird am I.

Off the water,
Pumping my wings for altitude.
I need altitude- there...Here,
Now I've got it!

Keep flapping, Chuck:
Don't stop. Don't look down.
You are aloft, ALIVE, avian.
Just not say:
"Look Ma- No Hands!"


At 8:08 PM, Blogger Patry Francis said...

"Keep flapping, chuck"--a lifetime's worth of wisdom in that bit of advice. I try to tell myself the same thing--or a variation thereof--on a regular basis.

At 11:14 PM, Blogger chuck said...

To work- that is, to function correctly- often entails labor; and labor is what we usually think of, when we, in commonplace manner, use this term, work.

At 11:13 AM, Blogger LJ said...

Thank you darlin'! A big smile for this one from another semi-flight-capable bird. Funny...I've been listening to this old Tom Petty song over and over our metaphors are in-synch.

"Well I started out down a dirty road/
Started out all alone/
And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill/
And the town lit up, the world got still/

I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings/
Coming down is the hardest thing'

Well the good ol' days, may not return/
And the rocks might melt & the sea may burn/

I'm learning to fly...

Well some say life will you down,
break your heart, steal your crown/
So I've started out, for God knows where/
I guess I'll know when I get there/

I'm learning to fly, around the clouds/
But what goes up must come down/

I'm learning to fly..."

-from "Into the Great Wide Open"

Thanks for the plug and the poem!

At 5:47 AM, Blogger chuck said...

And thank you for the Tom Petty lyrics, LJ...puts me in the mood for 'twangy tunes'...and ridin' in the car.

Patry...thanks for the "keep on flappin'" is a variation on Mr. Natural's wisdom in the old comic strip:

At 11:32 AM, Anonymous Jess said...

Great poem, Chuck. It reminds me of a dream I used to have from time to time.


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