Saturday, May 27, 2017

Sun Down


Somehow
the day scrubbed the needy, 
whiny yap from you. 
So when you leave your sneakers
next to the welcome mat,
we move them just a little - 
just an inch or two. 

We think 
you’ve stopped noticing the distance
between the things you buy
and your self-taught terror.
This is not make believe. 

You know 
the sun whispers terrible things
to turn the horizon tender pink.
And you know 
you’ve begged for that same brightness, 
the blush of words 
from the bath-robed weirdo
combing his beard with a chicken’s foot. 

Somehow
the day stripped you clean, Magda. 
The curtains closed. 
The tea kettle silent. 
This is not make believe. 
Your sneakers do not want to dance with you. 



I wrote this new poem in response to the weekend mini challenge over at Real Toads.  This poem is part of my Black Birthday Cake chapbook - a series of poems written to Magda ( a woman) from the ghosts living in her apartment. 

13 comments:

  1. That was an unexpected surprise - another poem from the Black Birthday Cake chapbook! I like the circular movement of this poem, where the ghosts move the sneakers 'just an inch or two' in the fist stanza and, at the end of the poem, that stunning line 'Your sneakers do not want to dance with you'.

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    1. You got it Kim....the circle is the thing here. The door, the shoes, the sun, the shoes. :)

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  2. Somehow I feel the ghosts seem to pull her into their company by mischievous acts,.. I feel like they want Magda to be one of them. The idea sounds very good...

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    1. You know, that might just be the case. They at least want her to understand how they see things :)

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  3. Those last two stanzas crackle and punish.

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  4. I like the juxtaposition of your two poems - a night time scene followed by the day. We get to see Magda in a new light (no pun intended) and what you present is not necessarily an improvement.

    You remain an inspiration, Izy.

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    1. Kerry, you are right about the bookends of these poems, but I didn't even realize it. I guess our human rhythms are so embedded in us....or maybe I am just in a stage of mad night-panic these days.

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  5. Nice! It's my birthday. I don't think I'm gonna get a black birthday cake, though. :)

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    1. Happy birthday dear Marion. Thanks for reading!!!!!

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  6. This is just lovely.

    Much love...

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  7. This was a fun read. And yes, things like this do happen. Sometimes for selfish reasons, sometime justifiable change circumstances.
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