UKArchive ID: 24034chrissytotoro
Originally published on October 19, 2009 in Poetry
I can't say that this is a rewrite of the poem I submitted a while back because I don't remember all of the original and I haven't been back to have a look.It is, I suppose, revisiting the title and the feeling the original poem left behind.
Crazy is the stray dog
who wags his tail at the boy
with the hands full of sharp stones,
the dumb cat
in the middle of the busy road.
Crazy is the kid
who thinks he can drive
someone else's car,
the little girl who thinks she has time
to cross the railway track
before the train comes.
Crazy is the driver
who has just one more
for the road,
the old woman
who really believes
her son will visit her today.
Crazy is the beaten wife
who believes he's sorry
and won't do it again,
the girl who thinks
all daddies love their daughters
And crazy is me
Archived comments for Crazy (Revisited)
Bradene on 19-10-2009
This rings very tue Chrissy. A nicely observed piece of poetry. hope you are well. Val x
Val, many thanks for taking the time and trouble to read and comment and for the generous rating.
stormwolf on 19-10-2009
So much covered in a very unique style.
Loved it. well done on the nib too.;-)
The last verse was perfect and the poem was both insighful and also sad in its own way too.
Alison, many thanks for stopping by and for reading and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Ionicus on 20-10-2009
Crazy is...anyone who doesn't appreciate this fine poem full of observation so true to life.
We all know a careless girl who crosses a railway line as the train is coming or a reckless drunk driver or the beaten wife who doesn't acknowledge the abuser.
A top write from beginning to the end.
Luigi, many thanks for reading and for your lovely comments and for your generous rating. Your interest is very much appreciated.
Yutka on 21-10-2009
a great picture of craziness, brilliantly observed
Yutka, many thanks for taking the time to read and comment and for your generous rating.
I am genuinely pleased you enjoyed it.
sunken on 22-10-2009
Whoops. Sorry I missed this, Chrissy. I blame water on the knee. Never again will I balance my coffee cup in such a precarious fashion. Enjoyed the piece. It leaves me wondering if perhaps we're all a little bit crazy. Well done on the nib and no mistake.
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very sorry for not replying before this.
Many thanks for reading and commenting, much appreciated.
A good cure for water on the knee is a tap on the leg.
macaby on 22-10-2009
I like the way you have done this poem, perfect examples of some sad aspects of life. Good poem.
sorry not to have replied befor now.
Many thanks for reading and commenting and I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
pdemitchell on 09-03-2010
Dark and true - the reference to child abuse was particularly chilling but it left the last three lines short and a bit anticlamactic after something as visceral as a childhood being destroyed. I'd have ended it there. A strong 9/10 nevertheless. Excellent. Mitch
Mitch, many thanks for reading and commenting.
This was one of those poems that comes into the mind almost fully formed as it were. I was thinking about another poem I'd written a while back and this one happened.