I have,
A mug of hot tea,
A roll of Maryland,
Chocolate chip cookies,
And bad breath.
The bamboo lamp beside the sofa,
Sheds dull orange light across the carpet,
And I am not casting a shadow.
My shoes are not where I left them.
There is a dog howling in the distance,
And the sound reverberates,
Lifting the dew off the canopy of trees outside.
I seem to remember going down to the
Laundry room,
And watching her fold steaming towels,
Fat haunches, corpulent bust,
And a very fine neck.
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evocative short poetry – words move
Yes, liked that poem, particularly the image evoked by the dog howling & the dew lifting Thanks & may I return the compliment by Spamming you with another poem.
BLANKSLEPT.
The skulls pyrotechnics
Shone through her eyes
Fractured the cloud-formula
of days. That threaded epoch
of discovery in isolation.
“Need was the matrix
healing the split”
( there was no-such place)
And many a fetch ‘tween
me and me
Taunted her rebuke.
G.Moon
That was vivid… so suspenseful…
And boy.. Do I LOVE suspense or what!!
I wonder what happened next..
Oh dang!! This person doesn’t remember!! And it’s really killing me….
A good one shot here.. I enjoyed reading it…
Thanks for sharing…
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Great feel of alienation coming across, of being outside oneself looking in, and yet not in a hopeless way, just realistically. I enjoyed it. You have a very distinct and interesting voice.
nice…you crack open that moment to the fullest for us…the fact that you have no shadow stands out to me as well…great descriptive writing…
Some great images here, I particularly like the dew lifting off the trees. And quite a mysterious edge to it too. Your poems are always sharp in their imagery.
Thanks for visiting my poem earlier.
this is well written, loved it as a poem and a creepy one, vampire?
Poems will never be contained…they are both mirror and window so everyone sees something just a little different. I had a ghostly feel…like someone dead (maybe metaphorically) and not quite realizing it…or maybe finally realizing it.
This one, I really like this one. It has thought, imagery, humor, and reflection.
Your attention to detail amazes me.
very insightful imagery
the laundry room and the woman, and her neck, strong visual, mister kay! whew.
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Things often slip off our minds … it’s natural, but frustrating sometimes. Well described, loved it!
I really like this.
great poem.
When you don’t cast a shadow it’s just so hard to remember who you are.
Just as difficult with two shadows at noon.
Really nice!
Wow, so powerful, especially when juxtaposed to “Whoosh!” The “good news” is that we are new in every moment; the “bad news” is that at the same time, we lose “ourselves” in every moment…
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~Charlie Zero
Intriguing… really nice poem, very well written!
For me, It is more a specific feeling that I had as I read. One that I have had before, best described as resignation. All of the images helped move that…Orange light, shoes, distant dog, “I seem to remember..”
Another good one!
Thank you all for following and commenting. Mr. Nunn, Dan, Dhammi, Carl, Catalyst, Amy, Jamie and all you others, I think it’s time to do an appreciation page.
For this poem, I’m interested to know what images you receive. I had fun working on it and it’s very specific but I’m learning very rapidly that poems will not be contained!
Such a vividly experienced slice of life. Very well done … Intriguing.
I really like the imagery I envision here with your poem.
Say, check out my blog…Tell Catalyst to send you my link to my blog.
~Charlie Z
this is brilliant. love it start to finish.
I like the dog in the distance. Disturbingly familiar.
Great word pictures!
Happens to me all the time, forgetting who I am, where I’ve been, all the good stuff.
Fabulous. Amazing are these moments in life.
Hauntingly vivid!