Threes
Difficulties arrive in waves,
lending weight to the theory of threes,
the plunging fund, a failed engagement, the self’s
doubt, all combined to inflict the particular
misery of the ongoing, the continued, inelegant fate
that declares us human. Look,
she says, the hummingbird flits from leaf to
flower, its wings beating 58 times a second,
a fact not to be trifled with, for what may we duplicate,
contemplate, even, at that pace?
Say the hedge gets clipped, the ring whirs off the finger
and back to the jeweler, and all you know for certain
is that you don’t know. There is no why, no how. No
way. Or life’s reel unwinds and plays only in
reverse. Where do you stop and splice it, forming new,
uncharted worries? And what about that damned
bird, buzzing around your head in territorial fury? Yes,
yes, I know. These things are not my concern. Not really.
But they arrive in unending repetition, one after
the other, in clumps of three – lovely, lonely,
triple-threaded lines of vicissitude lapping at our ankles,
saying nothing, saying everything, saying it used to be so easy.
Originally published in Eclectica in July 2014.
I’ve always felt this to be true, almost like a cycle that needs to complete itself then another cycle begins.
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And it can be difficult to escape these cycles.
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Especially a three-wheeled motorcycle coming at you at 100 mph.
More seriously, I get it! I noticed the theory of threes in the deaths of celebrities years before it became fashionable.
If you and I go first, the U, S. Poet Laureate should begin to feel the heat!
Ron
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Ha!
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Ain’t life is just like this? Repeating cycle in cycle?
Amazing poem, Robert! As always.
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It seems to be, Sherrie.
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threes. i always have been fixated on things in threes. seems organic.
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Yes, it does!
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I love the idea of the cyclic nature if life. That things seem to happen in threes is strange but true. I absolutely love the lines:
“triple-threaded lines of vicissitude lapping at our ankles,
saying nothing, saying everything…”
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My personal rhythm is more in tune with threes than fours or fives. I’m so pleased you liked that line!
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I kept reading this one over and over. I’ve always thought that life works in these cycles. But I love the writing here too.
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I’m glad it works for you, Jennifer. Thank you.
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Pig races! Haha–I saw one in Yuma once. The triad principle is amazing. I discuss it in relationship to literature with my students.
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I’ve never seen a pig race, but entered a greased pig contest a time or two as a kid. Unsuccessfully.
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Those little oinkers squeal and carry on as the race to their grits.
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I’d guess that I squealed louder than the pigs in the contests I participated in.
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How true those experiences and sentiments can be. I also like the piglets shot.
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I only wish there had been three pigs in the shot!
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How precarious is perception when mood may be transformed by just one little thing. How much more is the power to alter when the thing does sting in threes.
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Indeed.
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A beautiful poem, I really liked it! Yes, life happens in cycles, nature does and so do we. In Germany we say, all good things come in threes – just a different interpretation of the same principle. Some time ago I pondered on ‘8’, a number showing up in my dreams, supposedly hinting on the never ending cycle. A poem emerged which till today carries a mystery. Your poem reminded me to reflect on the nature of cycles, thank you for that!
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Thank you. Life is full of mysteries. I’m pleased this poem inspired you to reflect.
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Yes, there is something about threes. And I thought it was clever of you to write about threes in couplets. 🙂
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Tercets didn’t feel right.
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Yeah, there’s also something about twos. 🙂
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A beautifully wrought poem (again!). But, but…. I love the number three. It’s like an acrobat (especially when it’s traveling with three by three other friends as a 9). Don’t wonderful things happen in threes as well??
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Oh, yes. Wonderful things certainly happen in threes, too. But that’s another poem! Perhaps you might write it?
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Maybe. 🙂
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Love the phrasing and rhythm.
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Thanks very much!
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