Tuesday, February 21, 2012

When Saints Emptied, White & Weightless, Out Of Heaven

It snowed.
(then it didn't.)

She stayed with him.
(then she didn't.)

The world turned.
The sky was wide and clear
Like a blue fat girl with good skin.

The traffic was rosary beads
moving up one by one,
a honking, half-assed Rapture.

She attended classes.
(then she didn't.)

She was a February gray angel.
(then she wasn't.)

She went out, wearing a pink scarf
and black leather boots.

In a cafe, she met a blue fat girl.
She called her "zaftig."
She said, "You have a beautiful face."

She didn't consider her.
(then she did.)

Again, it snowed.
They went home together,

orbiting each other closely all the way down the street,
like a couple of she-gods
with aprons full
of catnip.
________

for dverse open link #32

23 comments:

Mama Zen said...

This is just so damn cool. I love the rosary bead traffic and the half-assed Rapture!

hedgewitch said...

Great the way you work the parenthetical phrases here--like an echo machine that shoots bullets. I have no idea how you manage to constantly refresh your imagery in new ways--never fails to amaze me how fertile your brain is--the title alone is more of a poem than many people will ever write. And your gift for creating perfect, believable,living and breathing characters?--never better, Miss Show off. ;_)

Just when I had several hairs sprouting, too.

Brian Miller said...

meow pussycat...like how you reconsider so often...smiles...The traffic was rosary beads
moving up one by one,
a honking, half-assed Rapture....is a frickin awesome description...all about the orbit and catnip...

HermanTurnip said...

Damned half-assed Rapture. If you can't do something right, then don't do it at all...

Sioux said...

I couldn't say it any better than Hedgewitch. Your imagination IS amazingly fertile, and the title was drop-dead gorgeous.

Shadow said...

erratic and impulsive, but then again, why not!

blueoran said...

Hope I can get this comment through ... another twisted fairy tale here that surfeits on the surreal for lack of anything to eat in the real. Sweet love story even if its book is lost in the snow. - Brendan

Lynn said...

Very cool, Shay.

Lolamouse said...

Love it! I have to be dim, though--was the girl blue, as in sad, or blue, as in the color? With your poetry, it could go either way!

And yes, I do believe that after over 29 haikus, I will be haiku-d out! I'll give them up for Lent (she says laughing)

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the back and forth movement of this poem - the changes of direction, changes of mind - all working towards a decision at the end.

Wolfsrosebud said...

loved the traffic line

Daryl Edelstein said...

zaftig .. one of my most favorite Yiddish words ...

Mary said...

This is one poem that would be great to hear read aloud. Loved the characters! At least at the end she seems to have decided something!

TALON said...

Always love your imagery, Shay. Beautiful. I'm glad Stripey wasn't near all that catnip! He'd overdose! :)

Margaret said...

Lovin' that third stanza. This poem feels a bit "naughty" for the beginning of Lent :) The on again (off again) is fun.

Mystic_Mom said...

Your poetry always rocks - and this one is no exception, unless you consider that it rocks just a wee bit more for me because I can totally relate! Love it!

skyraft said...

Awwww I'm smiling.

This be good. Real good.

And I can't stop smiling. Thank you.

Beachanny said...

A joyous poem for blue fat girls on Fat Tuesday. All snowy, weightless and smelling of catnip. I don't need a picture. You just painted redemption. Well done, you!

Natasha Head said...

an apron full of catnip...girl, I could say so much about this write...but let's keep it simple. You rock, you so know it...and this piece reminds me why I do so love to visit! Hoping to be free to do much more of that soon!

Hannah Stephenson said...

Shay.

This is so good!

One of my favorite poems of yours...so much surprise and possibility. I thought of the two girls in A Slipping Down Life (if they would have found each other in this way, not just as friends).

Your voice is so clear here.

Susie Clevenger said...

The traffic was rosary beads
moving up one by one, a honking, half-assed Rapture....I have been in that rapture...love this poem!

Helen said...

OMG ~ everything about this poem is wonderful!

(I do mean it)

myheartslovesongs said...

i read this when you posted it and re-reading it now came to the same conclusion ~ you're an alien with two brains and three hearts, all of which are in overdrive when you're writing poetry. you probably got exiled to Earth because you wrote so much better than everyone else on your home planet. they must hate Earthlings to inflict your brilliance on us...