Poem – A difficult ledger to maintain

I didn’t get time to finish off a post for wednesday, so this week it’s going up on a friday instead. It’s quite possible I may stick to this schedule. Anyhoo, todays post is a poem, somewhat In keeping with the theme of recent posts, like the one here and this other one here. It came out quite quickly so I finished it up using the “15 minute rule” that I was using as a writing exercise a few months back (example here):

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(Image courtesy of Microsoft Clipart)

A difficult ledger to maintain

Once, there was a rapid intake of breath,
a violent sneeze
and a voice said
“God bless you”
and I thought
somewhere, out there
a book is being marked
in that voices favour

Once, there was a decision to make
about the last slice of cake
that was
someone elses
and whether to eat it
or leave it
somewhere, out there
a question posed
why is this a matter for a priest?
not a mark on the final tally

Once, at a christening
sat a small boy
uncategorized on the ledger
somewhere, out there
it was supposed a clerical error
it was not
his dad was the same
yet he had better marks
than the father of that being christened

Any thoughts or comments are welcome. I might share with you where the came from.

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And now for something different:

Sort of. An image of the Virgin Mary found under a bridge (I saved this image from an online newspaper story some years ago, it amused me at the time – I have no idea who these people are, although a mark against him on the right for touchies):

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16 thoughts on “Poem – A difficult ledger to maintain

  1. Good, even better given the 15 minute rule.

  2. But this continuity of the recent theme can’t but bring out a memory of Whoopi Goldberg’s line to Bruce Springsteen at an Oscar presentation (I think this was the one for the Dead Man Walking song nomination) – “Lighten up, Boss”. That’s just my personal opinion, Elliot.

  3. Just wondering what’s brought on this recent spate (is that a word?) of introspection, Elliot. I don’t buy the ledger, good vs evil, etc. stuff! xoxoM

    • Some of it was some ideas I had a while back but when I thought about it some more, realised this was lots of related posts, so I’m slowly working my way through them, and I’ll try to mix in some other things as well. Todays was just something that popped out in the last week, but is of course related (and was quick to type up).

      • When inspiration arises…go with it. You’re definitely exploring something, Elliot, and I’m happy to come along for the adventure! xoxoM

  4. Yes, I’m too wondering what inspired the poem. Interesting collection of words and images. Enjoyed it. :)

    • Thanks – This one pretty much is the first verse and based on the incident happening at work (several times). The part of the office where I work is mostly quiet so hearing the voice pop out got me wondering. Like somewhere out there someone is taking note (or not).

  5. So someone is keeping track of all this stuff in a ledger? Yikes. I better shape up!

  6. I like this poem a lot, Elliot. I know a lot of people have an idea of some sort of universal ledger where the credits/debits space gets marked as appropriate. This poem reflects that nicely.

    • Thanks – I know a little about the origins of the phrase “God bless you” in the context of a sneeze, but it still sort of amuses me that “it might count” somewhere even if I don’t believe it does. – Glad you liked it.

  7. I think we have to trust our instincts as writers. So if your current situation takes you to an introspective place, it’s fine to follow. Readers may not always understand, but that’s okay. I’m most intrigued by the boy at the christening. Had he been through one but was somehow missed in the ledger? And would he suffer more than his father, even though the father had lesser marks, because of that omission?

    • He had not been christened, nor had the father but totting up those two had better marks. That maybe doesn’t quite come across although I deliberately left it a little ambiguous. – The irony of it.

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