Saturday, August 24, 2019

When There Were No Connections

When there were no connections
between us, our senses, our skin
and the world we were living in,
the white smear erasure of our minds made us birds in an atmosphere of anvils.

Survival left rippling cracks in the plate glass
of our temporal back-beat;
People mistook us for Dada tickets but we were 
just a wedge in a bar of a song in our heads

To be remembered each Fourth Of July
as we concuss, diffuse, and catch each other's eye
even in gravity boots,
even in the dark.
_______

for Kenia's guest post at Real Toads. I chose the following song:


10 comments:

Kenia Santos said...

To be a bird in an atmosphere of anvils, yes, this is uplifting. I read this poem again and again, playing the song, what a magical feeling of freedom, of belonging among the clouds. Never too late to play. I must confess I had been waiting for your name to show in the list. I am so glad it did!

Fireblossom said...

^^^Yes! I'm so glad you played the song as you read, because I conceived it as I believed you intended, as an integration of both.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The lines Kenia quotes are the ones that caught me, too. Amazing write, Shay. As always.

Kerry O'Connor said...

the white smear erasure of our minds...

This concept really hits home for me. Seems like an epidemic these days, a kind of willing erasure of intellect. I wonderful response to the challenge, Shay.

brudberg said...

Even with gravity's booths we still have to try reaching the sky.

purplepeninportland.com said...

"white smear erasure of our minds" - Love that!

Susie Clevenger said...

:but we were just a wedge in a bar of a song in our heads" Love that line..There are so many people I know that the only connection we have is music.

said...

This poem is SO awesome.

Especially this section:

"the white smear erasure of our minds made us birds in an atmosphere of anvils.

Survival left rippling cracks in the plate glass
of our temporal back-beat;
People mistook us for Dada"

hedgewitch said...

Just mind-blowingly good, Shay. That second stanza is like a taser. I don't think I've ever heard alienation expressed with such emotional soundness. You continue to just get better and better.

Jennifer Wagner said...

Excellent. I love the tone of this poem.