I have opened a cafe on the pack ice,
And though patrons are few,
It seems well-suited to me
Because everything I touch begins to steam.
I have observed the polar bears--
They fear nothing
And eat anything.
Besides that, they are as white as brides,
Though when there is blood,
It is never their own.
I want to kiss their claws.
I think, if I could do that,
I would soon write something meaningful.
I have started a cafe on the pack ice,
But immediately after opening,
I slept for seven days--
One for every letter of your name.
I think,
If only some woman would come way the hell up here,
And having come,
If only she would
Act
Speak
Think
And
Be
Exactly like you,
Then I might be able to get something to burn;
I might be able to get her to stay,
Calling her always by the wrong name,
And treasuring her
Like daylight.
I have opened a cafe on the pack ice,
And am having trouble staying awake.
Oh, how I want to dream
Of anything besides polar bears.
They read my journal,
And laughed so much, they soon fell over on their sides,
Great paws waving helplessly in the air.
I went to them,
On that one occasion only.
They were like big deadly pillows,
And so I lay my head on one of them, never expecting to really get away with it--
I kissed its claws,
And called it by your name.
I had never felt so alone,
But just as it's been with every hopeful love-seeking nut job who ever set out from home,
I knew it was back where I started from,
And that I was already bones.
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photo: Evelyn Nesbit
I love this. There's something very special in the rhythm of it, like lovemaking slow, or a boat rocking.
ReplyDeleteLove your poetic soul!
ReplyDeleteAloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
Beatrice has eight letters, but I'm only a tax collector so what do I know about numbers? I had to stop and re-read the part about the polar bears laughing flailing heir paws around. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteWow Fireblossom...if ever there was a name so suiting for a lovely who writes such words as these.
ReplyDeleteI cannot somehow get enough of your words and the manner in which you write them, they burn into my soul and I find myself thinking of them for days...sometimes I wish that there was someone who would write such eloquence for me...who ever your muse is...they are amazing...and you my friend are even more so amazing!
<3 Gabi
ppprrrrrrr...the polar bear replies
ReplyDeleteThese similes of yours drive me mad. I get so amazed by the way you put things on'paper'. Dear Shay, you are a polar bear yourself.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to go to that coffee shop of yours. Open only once for you and me!
Great poem with claw kisses
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xoxoxox
If she could only "act, speak and think" like her...that's not too much to ask now, is it? :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, Shay...simply lovely!
Amazing as usual.
ReplyDeleteYou always find the perfect pitch
ReplyDelete"Then I might be able to get something to burn;"
ReplyDeletePerfectly written.
I want to go to your cafe!
ReplyDeleteScarlet said...
ReplyDelete"If she could only "act, speak and think" like her...that's not too much to ask now, is it? :)
Lovely, Shay...simply lovely!""
That deserves repeating!!
Love and hugs!!
I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteI want to kiss their claws.
I think, if I could do that,
I would soon write something meaningful.
Excellent...
Original - you're good FB.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you posted it...I had not seen it before...love the symbolism of kissing the crawls ...seeking the meaningful...as you can tell I am a nut job for symbolism....
ReplyDeleteI hate the cold or I would stop into the Ice Pack for a coffee...bkm
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ReplyDeleteI found this poem to be sad and lost. The lady although missing love seems to be running away from something. I enjoyed the read and how it captures a hard emotion to explain. What the desperation of love will make you do. At least thats what I took away from it.