It is interesting all the way, Sharon, but the last 3 stanzas feel
strongest to me, & even stand apart as a complete poem, I think, with
much more intriguing images.
Doug
On 17-Mar-10, at 4:59 PM, sharon brogan wrote:
> 2010 17 March
>
> This room, its comforts, soft
> sheets, firm bed, the white
> noise machine pretending
> to be the sea -- one dog curled
> at your feet, the other twitching
> with her own nightmares
> on her own bed -- ceiling fan
> casting dust & air
> on the silk Asian carpet.
>
> The bed clothes are obstreperous,
> they wrinkle & ball & refuse
> to smooth themselves.
> The *better-than-a-man* pillow
> isn't. You fall, briefly, & walk
> through narrow rainy streets.
> Your cloak billows & clings
> in all the wrong places.
>
> This wrap, these streets,
> this starless rain, all
> a clumsy, incompetent lover
> sucking & blowing
> stalking you into dementia.
> You wake. For a moment
> you know who you are.
> But the rope is cut
> & you drift again.
>
> The shutters permit the moon
> to leak through. Books
> on the shelves whisper,
> pass notes back & forth,
> each adding a cite, a line
> until the final document
> is impossible to decipher.
>
> It makes no sense, even
> the books don't know
> which wrote what word,
> what warning, what
> admonition. The sea still
> waves & washes.
>
> The cat quietly enters,
> sits and watches
> as cats will do, before
> deciding. She will wake you.
> She will bring you back
> to a bright morning
> with clear, sharp boundaries
> & obligations. You will
> remember who you are.
>
>
>
> *************
>
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