THE FLOP-EARED BOY WAITING FOR A DONKEY


 

 

FLOPPY EARS HEAR BETTER

 

THE VILLAGE BOY ASSIGNED FLOPPY EARS

BY SOME UNKNOWN PANEL OF ELDERS

WAITED IN STINKY PUDDLES FOR ONE WHO BEARS

WAITED UNDER A HEAVY BAG OF SMELDERS

THIS FLOP EARED BOY HAD DREAMED OF OTHER FLOP EARS

NOT OF HIS OWN KIN WHO WOULD TROD

WITH FOUR HOOVES, NOT JUST TWO

BEARING A HEAVY BAG IN NOD

OVER LONG DUSTY ROAD IN RUE

OF THE TAXED LOAD EVEN UNBORN

STILL THE FLOPEARED BOY ONLY HEARD FALLING STARS

AND SWEEPING WINDS OF WINGS

BUT WAIT–NOW  DID HE HEAR CLACKING BARS

DRAGGING TO BEAR FRESH THINGS

FOR HEAVY DONKEY LOAD HAD KNOWN

OF NEED FOR SWADDLINGS IN OLD BOXES

HEAVY DONKEY LOAD NOW HEARD WIND-BLOWN

NOW FLOPPY EARS OF BOY AND DONKEY COCKSES

TO CATCH THE BREATH OF EACH IN HEAVE AND SIGH

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS SENT  WIRES

OF HOPE TO HEART OF BOY AND ALL BY

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS ALL ANEW UNDER STAR’S FIRES.

 

 

To Be Continued with a third set of ears joining to listen!

 

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23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. willowdot21
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 06:48:49

    Amen!

  2. worshipandswag
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 07:16:35

    Aww I love floppy ears! Not on humans though…well maybe. Depends on how “floppy” it really is. Oh my randomness haha

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:10:01

      Worship, remember I said this section of the “journey” to Bethlehem would be conducted in the company of “almost humans”. (READ: a different twist on the idea of the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings, remember?) Floppy ears hear what 100% human ears do not, okay? Glad you like the floppy ears. Keep listenin’. Bless you, girl!

  3. Angela
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 15:48:56

    These are beautiful lines, Granbee:
    STILL THE FLOPEARED BOY ONLY HEARD FALLING STARS
    AND SWEEPING WINDS OF WINGS

    Just in themselves they describe so much about the human condition and our road to becoming ‘flopearedless’. 🙂
    Wonderful story telling in your verse, as ever.

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:11:15

      Angela, you win the gold ring on this go round! Special ears on a special boy, you know? Thanks SO MUCH for your perceptive feedback. This is so encouraging.

  4. Savy
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 22:25:50

    I come here for my fill of fantasy wisdom!Love it

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:12:39

      Savy, what I am shooting for in this series is touching on the kind of wisdom we 100% humans CAN only fanatsize about, as long as we are in the flesh—UNLESS we have “floppy ears” and some other attributes of the folks appearing in upcoming posts.

  5. Martin Shone
    Dec 18, 2011 @ 23:00:44

    Sorry, granbee – ?

    I sort of understand it – Joseph, donkey etc. but flopeared and “TO CATCH THE BREATH OF EACH IN HEAVE AND SIGH AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS SENT WIRES”

    No I think I’m a lost cause again (as always).

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:15:50

      Martin, this is very dense, very multi-layered imagery hear. Actually, the boy with floppy ears is not 100% human, as I forewarned all you fellow journeyer about at the end of last week. He has special wires going from floppy ears to his heart, okay? Each time he sighs up hearing what 100% humans cannot hear, it sends the message to be store in his heart. The reason FOUR floppy ears behave this way is because this is a special donkey coming down the path, okay? Wait until Stump Woman shows up to amplify the message!

  6. Caddo Veil
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 01:58:45

    I like the line in which the boy only heard “falling stars and sweeping winds of wings”–sometimes I’d like to “only” hear those things. Some days I DO.

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:17:21

      Caddo, thank you so much for relating to this special hearing profile of this floppy-eared boy. Yes, I join you in wishing to hear only the most profound messages of the universe from on high. AND, like you, somedays I am successful at this type of hearing. Onward and upward, right?

  7. Carroll Boswell
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 06:00:49

    I will have to read this a few more times. You do have a way with words, and a “voice” I have not heard since I was young. I feel like I am listening to my mother or grandmother telling me a story, in my imagination since they never did. Keep writing whatever you do. And a merry Christmas to you.
    By the bye, Christmas Eve last year was Kathryn’s first service as an ordained priest so her anniversary is coming up. It is amazing it has been an entire year. God’s blessings and peace to you and your household.

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:21:56

      Oh, wow, Carroll–CONGRATULATIONS to Kathryn (and you) on her first anniversary as a priest on Christmas Eve, that most holy of nights! I am so very sorry you were not told such stories by your mother and grandmother, because I was ULTRA-blessed in my Mississippi rural childhood to have ALL my older relatives tell me lilting, fantastic stories they CLAIMED to be reading out of the storybook, but which I knew were mostly of their own invention. See, it’s in the genes. I cannot help myself, right? (Ha). If you will “hang in here” with this series, most of the message will be revealed to you. And if ALL were revealed here in the flesh, what would be the fun of that, huh? (One of my favorite priests used to end some of his homilies with this line!).

      • Carroll Boswell
        Dec 20, 2011 @ 09:33:35

        very very true. There has to be something mysterious and unrevealed to entice us on. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I don’t think it is so. Or perhaps it is, but people are not cats. A person dies of boredom, not of wonder or curiosity. The “know-it-all” is always an unhappy person.

  8. cottonbombs
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 12:18:15

    When I was a kid I had the biggest ears and lips in class. I was tortured for this all through elementary school. I used to draw cartoons of creatures called ‘The Ear-Lip’ people who were nothing more than ears and lips. They spent most of their time destroying the kids in my class who made fun of me. Now I’m thankful for my face, cause it was those taunts that forced me to go into myself and pull out creativity as a means to escape the realities of being the only kid in grade 3 to have ears the size of dumbo and lips like Mick Jagger. Mine isn’t really a Christmas story, but, sometimes imagination takes places we didn’t mean to go. Thank you for the opportunity to go spelunking through the twisted caverns of my past, Rose!

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:29:28

      Peter, I am typing this with a very full heart upon re-reading your comments here! I was exactly 2x as tall as the next tallest girl in my first grade class when I was six years old! I was all arms and legs, with black straight hair and very blue eyes and very white skin–Welsh genes coming out all over the place, mixed with a touch of French Norman for the early height. All the other girls were tow-heads and short and plump and dimpled and freckled–you get the picture. Also, I already knew how to read through about a 10th grade level and could add and subtract any amount of numbers when I entered a classroom for the first time. Me, very weird, yes? Now, as far as your Mick Jagger lips are concerned, you certainly must be aware that many stars get injections now to make their lips look that way? Not to mention whgt a great kisser all the women must imagine you to be!!! See, your ears work the same way: you hear stuff other folk do not! Stay tuned– we will next be joined in our Bethlehem journey by the Stump Woman. (And don’t tell me your skin was once flaky and scratch like tree-bark!) What WOULD we do without you, Peter?

  9. lscotthoughts
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 10:34:48

    I can picture your poetry in books, Rose! They’re magical and fantasy~ 🙂

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 23:12:38

      Lauren, thank you so much! KEEP PICTURING MY POETRY IN BOOKS because that is exactly what my 2012 goal is for my daily writing collection! So great to have you thinking positive for me!

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