Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Left Unsaid

The time change, this forward jerk
offends God--
look it up, Poindexter. 

It will be dark again in the morning--
a half star from the night will fall like an acrobat,
and the deaf ear will snow itself silent.

All I wanted was a particular voice of yours;
the soft one, lavender-scented, rare.
I tried to let you know,

but the order of things was already skewed.
Maybe in the fall I'll get you back for one sweet reclaimed hour,
but until then, 

stay out of the chronology of my poems,


TexWisGirl said...

like the time change, i'm thrown off kilter by your poem. :)

Susan said...

Look it up, Poindexter-- Hahaha
But the rest isn't so funny. The star, the snow, the hour--I don't believe we get any of it back, at least not unchanged. Leaving before its time can offend God, uha.

Cloudia said...

so well stated. unassailable and lovely, my Sis

ALOHA from Honolulu

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see that half star falling like an acrobat. And hear the pain.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Hate the time change!--I laughed a bit with Poindexter about it--but he didn't say much other than he loved your piece

Gillena Cox said...

Like this poem a lot. Its fragility. And human smallness in God' s vastness

Much love...

Björn Rudberg said...

Ah.. that jerk. I actually like this time change and hate the one in the other direction. But you'll be an hour closer to Europe for a few weeks... :-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

The picture could be a post poem view of the Lady of Shallot. The frozen boat and lake strike a melancholy chord which resounds throughout your poem.

hedgewitch said...

I'm always amazed by how simply and cleanly you create your postcards from the wasteland, which in your ink is rich with life--your love poems that are also loss poems, and the way your words never fail to hit a place in the heart that one hasn't looked at enough, or as well as your poems do, anyway. Perfect, Shay.

Mama Zen said...

Holy, wow. This is incredible.

Lynn said...

A lavender scented voice. Just wow.

Jazzbumpa said...

a world askew
when time is out of joint
darkness looms


Margaret said...

Really nice. I like the seamless flow from the beginning with its touch of toughness and how it flows into gentleness and longing. the photo is amazing as well.

Jennifer Wagner said...

"Stranger"--with that one word you sum up the distance that comes in a broken relationship, the what once was and is no more. A strongly felt poem, Shay. The image is a fitting accompaniment to your words, too.

Shimmer said...

I love this line: "and the deaf ear will snow itself silent"

And this line break, drawing out the double meaning in "forward jerk," is so clever: "The time change, this forward jerk"

I understand the title to mean that your leaving was unsaid. Maybe you were giving this relationship a try, perhaps living together, but then feeling like you didn't really know the "stranger" as well as you thought you did; so, of course, you had to get out of there fast ... and without even leaving a note, I imagine.

"Maybe in the fall I'll get you back for one sweet reclaimed hour" ... This makes me think that in a moment of weakness, when the leaves are changing and you're feeling sentimental or lonely, you may return ... but just for an hour. Oh, and I just noticed the double meaning in "get you back," so perhaps Poindexter did something to hurt you and you intend to return the favor.

I like that "offends" could also be "off-ends"; I think this works well with the layer of meaning having to do with the time change --- as if the time change even messes up God's schedule.

Susie Clevenger said...

Time change...I wish it would remain either or. You have given the proper voice to my dismay at the human fiddling while chasing the sun.

my heart's love songs said...

and, of course, AZ has to be the odd one out and not change, so i have to figure it out again when we wanna call....

Marian said...

It's tonight. Get ready to fight! Argh.