Friday, February 18, 2011

Clyde


Clyde at the cafe, engulfed in flames,

Has an odd experience.

Smoke pours down into him,

And the flames draw together, shrinking, as if they were cold.

The tea bag leaps back into the cup,

Which rises to his hand.

The fire lifts away

Like startled red birds, departing.

A woman walks past him, in heels, backwards, smiling.

Clyde looks down,

Unreading a story about last night's Red Sox game.

His morning is repaired.

He understands now,

She was not the one for him.

______

14 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Superb and surreal, highly effective; it's almost literally a visual experience, as indeed the bright flash sensation of a moment of insight often is. Fine poem, Shay.

ellen abbott said...

he must have stumbled into Danny's Coffee Shop.

Helen said...

'unreading a story' ... what a concept! Yankees fans in this house! Nice poem, Ms. Shay!

Caty said...

great vivid imaging...I wish sometimes we could hit the rewind button...

Raven said...

As usual I loved it. Very vivid!

TALON said...

Oh, that last line just wrapped this up so beautifully, Shay. Your imagery is superb.

Neva Flores said...

Definitely surreal......incredibly awesome.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers, this is wicked good! How do you think up these things? Can see the teabag, the cup, the whole re-wind, so vividly. And then the last lines: perfection. You are soooo brilliant!

Gabriella Moonlight said...

Love this, very surreal which is a great way to be!!!

Loved this as all your writing!
Love to you

Kim Nelson said...

Terrific concept piece. You rewound the scene beautifully!

Sara said...

Shay,

Are you trying to be new age Merlin now? This was great...a backwards and forward in time poem:~)

Well done, oh wise woman poet!

Brian Miller said...

nice....wish i could flow back a little...

Lynn said...

That was pretty cool. :)

Mama Zen said...

This is almost dizzying! Very cool, Shay.