07 April 2013

Poetic Love

http://www.wikihow.com/Declutter-Your-Drawers


Tired of limbs, leaves, and buds, suns, moons and stars?
Stock your poem with magnets, and bottle caps.
Ask what a cow might jump over if not
clumsy and lazy, pregnant or grass full
and ready for milking. Make piles of things
from the backs of drawers and cabinets
like paint cans, matchbooks, dead moths, rubber bands.

And still the seasons and planets will turn,
leaving your piles and inquiries senseless
and easy to toss in the trash, clever
but too inactive to word lines, too
disinterested to show love's beauty. 
Distance is necessary for verses,
as are seasons, tree parts, universes.



Posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #145, and also linked to NaPoWriMo Day 7 where the prompt requires each line to be a declarative sentence.  In this poem, I think there are a few.




Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast


 

9 comments:

Mary said...

I enjoyed thinking about stocking one's poems with magnets and bottle caps. Smiles. (Ha, I don't see too many bottle caps anymore.) The last two lines are, I think, especially strong.

aka_andrea said...

And still the seasons and planets will turn,
leaving your piles and inquiries senseless

I like how this makes the point that no matter what we write about, nothing is sacred and the world will continue to turn. It kind of gives everything equal importance as something to be reckoned with.

Brian Miller said...

distance is necessary for verses...
that line struck me and i wonder at its meaning to you...and proximity seems to be what verses are on, in it, you know...maybe it is a play on absence makes the heart grow fonder...and i rather love the little things we collect...the junk that has no meaning for others...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A wonderful read, full of images. I, too, especially love thelast two lines.

zongrik said...

i like the line that Brian likes best. yes, we need to not take our verse too personally. when we change it, it's always so much better

quickening of the chakras

Libby Meador said...

Sometimes I do tire of verses of seasons, tree parts, and universes, as they fall so short of the real thing, but imagining just how that cow jumped over the moon is just the break I need.

Susan said...

What a great reading of my poem. Yes! Take a break, and then get right back in theere.

Kim Nelson said...

Distance, tree parts, seasons, universes... all of it the stuff of poetry, art music. All of it creation. All part of each of us.

Stormcat Poetry said...

Am I foolish, I thought you were talking about recovering from lost love! Emptying your drawers of memories. Distancing yourself from the reminders. Defending yourself from future pain by accumulating only piles of easily discardable stuff!