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The west wind blew in
a poem lovely as a stormcloud –
it electrified my hair
and rained in my teacup
but I stirred, stirred
until it dissolved away
and I swallowed the bitter brew –
opting instead
to feel nothing today.
Micro Poetry ~ A Poem Lovely As
Yegods, what have you done??? Ah well, there are times we need a little peace and evenness more than we need another poem. And yet, look what you did--you wrote this twisty little gem. Just can't help yourself, can you, K?
ReplyDeleteYour script is interesting, with the long crosses on the t's. Or printing, more accurately. I guess no one writes cursive anymore; I know i never do.
I loved this small wonder you composed, maestro.
There is always one f I forget to cross.. oh, well..
DeleteI am opting for a bit of fun with writing/crafting at the moment.. nothing too heavy or deep.
Oh yes..sometimes all we can do is feel nothing
ReplyDeleteIt beats the alternative, sometimes.
Delete"a poem lovely as a stormcloud"
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredibly contrasting simile! And the riveting lines that follow. Excellent!
Thank you, Frank.
DeleteGoodness this is absolutely breathtaking, Kerry!❤️ I can picture that stormcloud both pouring and witnessing what lies within.
ReplyDeleteThis is really micro, so I am glad it has a bit of substance.
Deleteelectrified my hair and rained in my teacup ... oh yeah, these are wonderful images and metaphors .... I love them. This is the kind of poem I wish my mind would write .... for even as you've mentioned in the comments, for a bit of "fun" and just creative "play" (which is absolutely necessary to keep us truly alive - electrified) this poem is a classic - as in, when we relinquish control and the need to chase words, they just come rushing in.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the best rest is to just release, let go - sit with the comfortably numb ... then let words play. or not. as energy dictates.
(btw - I really like the clean feel of this space - it's very appealing - and I love the "Firefly Jar" ... what a great title/concept image)
When I first started blogging, I would collect little snippets of poems that really wowed me, literally stuffed pieces of paper into a glass bottle.. called them poems for my firefly jar. I still have it on my desk.
Deleteahahaha ... now that's brilliant! I too collect scraps and bits and words, but never thought to consistently stuff them somewhere, although lord knows I tried! Scattered about now, especially now, with the advent of all these new spaces and sources of inspiration. LOL ...
Deleteand I'm still really loving this poem - it's just tight and amazing. wow.
What a beautiful, heart-stopping poem!!
ReplyDeleteFantastically good!
ReplyDeleteWell Kerry, you have done it again. This short jewel of a poem mos def goes in your crown to shine and scintillate. I love the stirring away of the stormcloud. would that getting rid of our feelings were so easy! and yet, methinks it is all a tempest in a ...teacup
ReplyDeleteha.. yes, indeed. Most things are, in the end.
DeleteAH, this is some wonderful, wonderful penmanship. The lilting image and the metaphor give it a weight encompassing all the feelings and emotions of the tempest. It's astounding how a few words can say so much. I like how it ends with the decision to feel nothing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, HA. This was kind of shooting from the hip.. so glad it worked out okay.
Deleteso.. keep stirring. I'll keep that in mind. LOVELY handwriting ...
ReplyDeleteAh, the glamorous life of a hack writer! You nailed it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Kerry! My kind of poem, a stormcloud. I love the electrified hair and the rain in the teacup.
ReplyDeleteI read it as if "poem" is code for "relationship." I can't help picturing a mother-in-law you're perhaps glad to see go. :)
ReplyDeleteBut personally, I identify with "poem" representing "personality." Like a manic attack or a mood that washes over you heavy and hard. In its wake, you're just exhausted and lost. My switches do this to me. So do my migraines. Still, so does love.
My poetry and my moods definitely go hand in hand.. it is all about state of mind.
DeleteYes Kerry, really fun to read though that stormcloud gets a bad rap. But it's water is pure as snow. A little brown sugar would also help your watery tea and for sure there wouldn't be a bitter aftertaste.
ReplyDeleteYour handwriting is beautiful, I hope every one of your students writes as well. Not me, I can't read my own writing after a day or so. I print very fast, in all caps. I used to copy Morse code in the 20-30 wpm range that way.
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Kerry I can't believe that the poem that blew in you dissolved in the treacup and then drank it. I am sure it got the last laugh and came out in you writing this imaginative poem to trick us all.
ReplyDeleteHa! I like the way you thought that through.
DeleteOh dear, what a sad end! (Ha, you got me right in.)
ReplyDeleteand I swallowed the bitter brew –
ReplyDeleteopting instead
to feel nothing today.
It is better to let it go instead of hoping for something special
which is hard to come by!
Hank
I think a pic of that firefly jar would be of some interest. inspiring, really. beats a browser save ~
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely.. they remind me of how inspired I was when I first found the online poetry community and I keep it close so I do not forget how words form bridges in the ether.
DeleteVery lovely contrasting views used here and really liek the idea of lovely stormcloud
ReplyDeleteIn this difficult summer I wish I could have one moment of numb. A poem doesn't always settle well with mood.
ReplyDeleteOh my! I wasn’t expecting that at all! I think I’ve had these moments once or twice. I like the raw quality of this!
ReplyDeleteWhen a poem is what it does -- some tea.
ReplyDeleteI loved this from the first word, Kerry. Sometimes opting for nothing is the better alternative.
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