Spirit Guide
 
It happened to me again, when
a man handed me to a woman,
and I, in the form of a rose,
was placed between her breasts
that she proudly displayed, more
like a pair of aces at a poker table.
I can’t quite control these things, as I come
and go, since my life is small, like a drum beat,
or the flight of an arrow, or a puff of smoke
from a peace pipe. Once,
when I couldn’t find myself, I unrolled
in the rug of my ancestors,
fighting images of buffalos and bears,
days after construction began
at the casino. So I, a spirit guide,
summoned by this patron of all things,
set to deliver honey to her ears,
to sweeten the words of an old man
who had just lost his money. 
I can't quite control these things, 
as their emotions come and go, 
like a spin of a slot machine, or a blackjack, 
or a waitress.
So I turned to him, and with a pinch of his butt
sent him on his way, all senior shake and gait.
I am not bothered though, as others
will come as they always do, 
dressed in their social security checks. 
So let the old folk homes send their seniors,
and Hollywood try their rainmen. 
I'll linger between fingers wherever 
there's money. No longer will I connect you
with your animal totem. I am now
a spirit of loose spaces. 
 

Wow, is really all i can say.
Lot's of meaning, great read.

Well done, Duck!

I like how your words, images and even the sounds of a "small life" drum beat with the associated feelings, all flow... "Spirit Guide" is a delightful contribution to the world of poetry.

Looking forward to reading more of your writings.

Ohhh double ups...ok then..double awesome...

Awesome....

NICE

JamieRawxx, I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Thank you for dropping by

meaning_life, thank you so much for your kind words, truly

Ainjel, my double thanks to you

teasingbrunette, thank you again for your continued support

Duck!