Isn’t It?

Funny, isn’t it, how lines from movies crouch in the junkyard
of your mind waiting for the opportune moment to pounce?
Not long ago I was invited to sell my soul for a few rungs on the ladder.
Monte Walsh’s voice cautioned: I ain’t gonna spit on my whole life.
Then in a recent round of tension I fought for words to explain
the encouragement a man craves and I heard Adrian tell Rocky:
There’s one thing I want you to do for me…win!
And just now in the writing of this poem if it even is a poem at all,
the futility pressed in close making it so hard to be happy.
The voice of an angel, at least the kind of angel I’d get, whispered:
Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives.

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  1. Winn Collier on June 24, 2013 at 1:15 pm

    It is strange indeed. I’m glad you listened to Monte.

  2. patriciaspreng on June 24, 2013 at 6:15 pm

    There’d be an awful hole if you weren’t around, John. Don’t ever forget where the voice of futility comes from….

  3. Ali on June 24, 2013 at 6:20 pm

    Terrific, John. You’re a word-artist and I’m so glad I stumbled across your work.

    Ali in Switz!

  4. Susan on June 24, 2013 at 7:57 pm

    All my comments come from episodes of Seinfeld!

  5. Deidra Riggs on June 25, 2013 at 4:57 am

    My angel sounds like Joan Cusack, shouting out, “We’ll fix it later!” And futility? It always sounds the same; nothing novel or original at all. Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.

  6. Diana Trautwein on June 28, 2013 at 5:11 pm

    the junkyard of MY mind seldom holds such nuggets, sad to say. so glad yours does.

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