14 March 2018

The Sounds of Natural Environments




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Somedays everything screams: Alarm clocks. Tea
kettles. Children before puberty. Blood
in eardrums. Sun on grass. Waves returning
to ocean.  Trouser legs brushing. Wind
storm at cliff edge and in loose window panes.

Seeking my natural habitat, I
quite often find my way back home.  Human--
I own more than fits in a crab shell
and less than a full house can hold—
I need three rooms built with easy access.

And there, I scream, then stop the scream in safe
silence. In pillows. And in pleasures like
bath salts. Cat fur. Low TV.  Hot dinner.
Then screams and silence shape themselves into
assorted sentences and pencil sketches.

An open mouth matches the red sunset.
A figure starts in black and blends in blues.
A snatch of dialogue catches its breath.
And paper that started in white or cream
ends in colors and words, lines and swirls.

Only after day darkens can any-
one say they have been heard.  That they listened.
Evidence litters floors and table, daybed,
kitchen sink—detritus of creation—
material that screams, that accuses.

Somedays everything screams: Alarm clocks. Tea
kettles. Slogans. Tree stumps. Garbage.  Gun shots.
Silence takes time and safety.  Friends go home.
Prepare for show and tell.  Plan another
day’s adventure.  Don’t plan.  Stumble and Dance.



For Sumana's prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Scream



My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


14 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

My new favourite of yours. I love every line, everything about it.......I love the small comforts of home that buttress us against the tumult outdoors, both natural and man-made. (Especially man-made.) This poem feels like March winds........may they blow us into a more peaceful spring. The young ones are asking for hope.

annell said...

What a wonderful poem!!!! I love it!

gillena cox said...

Luv the way you handle your scream phases, and yes, i think there is more sound in creativity exercised.

Much­čî╝love

Toni Spencer said...

Stumble and dance...oh my yes.

kaykuala said...

Prepare for show and tell. Plan another
day’s adventure. Don’t plan. Stumble and Dance

More fun to let events take its course! Agreed Susan

Hank

Old Egg said...

How beautifully this reads Susan and how moving the words. Yes the screams should be converted into sentences and sketches and by doing so that feeling of relief finally comes.

Thotpurge said...

Goodness that resonated deep.. today has started exactly like that...everything screaming... even the silence..

Sumana Roy said...

Like Sherry I also love everything about this poem. "And there, I scream, then stop the scream in safe / silence."...This is so judicious.

Kim Russell said...

I know those days - that's why my silent early mornings are so precious.

Namy said...

That was so beautiful.loved evverything about it. It spoke to me and I could relate to every word

Robert Bourne said...

excellent write and one I can relate to quite easily...

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Everything does scream, Susan you are so right. This is my favorite of the day so far.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I like the screams of everyday things, but only if they're mute a bit! :)

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

this poem 'screams out loud'how ordinary things become classics