He hadn't been there to see, and so didn't believe
in the empty, loss-scented envelopes
that arrived each day by post.
Each pastel,
each precious
as a past nursery rhyme.
He said, "you are excitable,
hysterical,
to believe we have a ghost."
and my mind saw my womb
wandering waste
in the night.
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for Real Toads Open Link Monday
This form is called a Shayzen poem. Combining the undisciplined,
scattershot doubletalk of Fireblossom with the stingy taciturn snotty
monosyllables of Mama Zen, this form has been hailed by the avant garde
even as it has been panned by the literary establishment. The Shayzen
can be used to get stains out of carpets, it can rid your dog of
bothersome fleas and ticks, and can even be worn as a fragrance. Do not
read Shayzens near an open flame. Talk to your doctor about Shayzens.
It's our form. Eat your hearts out. You may now touch the hem of our
garments.
A couple of no talent hacks if you ask me!
ReplyDeleteoh boy ... double trouble .. and hem kissing .. as long as you're down there .. ;)
ReplyDeleteI am assuming this was a collaborative effort? Anyway, special indeed, and your description does it no more than justice.
ReplyDeletei'm laughing at the product info. :)
ReplyDeleteEnvelopes scented with loss, nursery rhyme forgotten in the past, and a wasted womb wandering... this is so damn sad!
ReplyDeleteI love your ghostly collaboration and invented form! And this is a great Devotchka song....
ReplyDeleteCut and pasted from Mama Zen's page:
ReplyDeleteHumor aside: I have never had a benign or a sympathetic ouija board presence so I empathize with the opposition to "him" in the mind and womb that are present to the haunting and precious waste.
Haunting music too, children's laughter.
(I adore shayzens, but I already kissed Mama Zen's hem--sorry!)
Love the Shayzen form - very choice in title to the SHAZAM! form I've grown to love so much.
ReplyDeleteI love the brevity of this piece, it's like a sketch where one is given just enough to excite the imagination. Well done.
I love the Shayzen form, and this phrase: "empty, loss-scented envelopes" while the last stanza will haunt me forever.
ReplyDeleteK
I'll say it again--the Shayzen form is sure to become a classic...
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, after reading that poem my bathroom tile was sparkling clean and my breath had a hint of minty freshness.
ReplyDeleteWow! So sad.
ReplyDeletethe last stanza was stunning...as well as the loss-scented envelopes.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting poem!
ReplyDelete{{eating my heart out as i type}}
ReplyDeleteLOVE this! i hope we see more Shayzens soon!!!
♥