Idleman


I feel your eyes upon me. Eyes of pity. Eyes of blame. Eyes of hate.
I frighten you.
I fill your head with what ifs and maybes.

I am the mirror you wish to avoid.

I am the mirror of possibilities.

I am Idleman.



You hold your breath as you pass. You straighten your back and quicken your step. You grip your purse more tightly beneath your elbow and tell your children too loudly, that's what happens to people who don't stay in school.

The children write my name on a cardboard placard, lean it against the wall. Tourists laugh and point, or frown, troubled by this intrusion into their happiness.

I earn my keep with a paper cup, coins dropped in penance to absolve you of sin or assuage you of your guilt.

There is a certain productivity in being idle:
One can dream.
One can watch.
One can hope.
One can learn.

And yet, I do not wish my life to be this way.
I wish for ought-to-bes.
I want to go back to the life I once knew.
I want to go back to being you.

Or do I?

I see you.
I watch you rushing rushing rushing.
Feeding the insatiable corporate beast.
I am reminded of myself

I judge you, as you judge me.

We are both found wanting.

And in the inbetween; that space between idle and insanity, perhaps we can meet.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was idle.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Idleman

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Idleman


I feel your eyes upon me. Eyes of pity. Eyes of blame. Eyes of hate.
I frighten you.
I fill your head with what ifs and maybes.

I am the mirror you wish to avoid.

I am the mirror of possibilities.

I am Idleman.



You hold your breath as you pass. You straighten your back and quicken your step. You grip your purse more tightly beneath your elbow and tell your children too loudly, that's what happens to people who don't stay in school.

The children write my name on a cardboard placard, lean it against the wall. Tourists laugh and point, or frown, troubled by this intrusion into their happiness.

I earn my keep with a paper cup, coins dropped in penance to absolve you of sin or assuage you of your guilt.

There is a certain productivity in being idle:
One can dream.
One can watch.
One can hope.
One can learn.

And yet, I do not wish my life to be this way.
I wish for ought-to-bes.
I want to go back to the life I once knew.
I want to go back to being you.

Or do I?

I see you.
I watch you rushing rushing rushing.
Feeding the insatiable corporate beast.
I am reminded of myself

I judge you, as you judge me.

We are both found wanting.

And in the inbetween; that space between idle and insanity, perhaps we can meet.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was idle.

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12 Comments:

At January 15, 2013 at 5:56 PM , Anonymous ST said...

interesting and hard perspective to take on. Good challenge.

 
At January 16, 2013 at 12:19 AM , Blogger Sandra Crook said...

Excellent; really enjoyed this.

 
At January 16, 2013 at 5:03 AM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

Great perspective!

 
At January 16, 2013 at 6:33 AM , OpenID joe2poetry said...

There is a great philosophical dimension to this piece. I like it! Well done!

 
At January 16, 2013 at 7:37 AM , Anonymous Annabelle said...

Love the idea of this mirror of possibility; you capture the ambivalence really well. Idleman is a gripping figure here.

 
At January 16, 2013 at 1:21 PM , Blogger Stephanie B. @B4Steph said...

Fascinating. I could sit on a street corner and listen to him sermonize. There is a certain productivity in being idle. Indeed... I agree. Nice work, Kelly... unique.

 
At January 16, 2013 at 7:10 PM , Anonymous Christie @Random Reflectionz said...

I just love these lines:

I judge you, as you judge me.

We are both found wanting.

And in the inbetween; that space between idle and insanity, perhaps we can meet.

 
At January 16, 2013 at 8:51 PM , Blogger Draug said...

This is really something. I love it.

 
At January 17, 2013 at 1:19 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

Nice work with the mirroring concept and the irony of each judging the other. I also liked the punch at the end with the last three lines that Christie noted above.

 
At January 17, 2013 at 3:18 PM , Blogger PattiKen said...

Good job getting inside the Idleman's head. There is some power in this piece.

 
At January 18, 2013 at 1:21 AM , Blogger kymm said...

I like the inbetween. Nice piece.

 
At January 18, 2013 at 2:48 AM , Blogger Atreyee said...

Excellent use of the prompt!Loved the way you mixed poetry & prose so seamlessly!I judge you, as you judge me."We are both found wanting."-you hit the nail on the head there!Kudos to you:-)

 

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