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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Portrait of A.

She was an actress.
She ran for office.
She married the owner of the local baseball team.

In the winter she walks her yellow dog,
wearing a watch cap and pea coat.
There are curls at the edge of the cap.
She wears glasses.

In the spring she clears the gardens,
plants seeds,
hums.

I would like to buy her a wide-brimmed hat for summer.
A journal for her notices.
A gazebo made entirely out of election signs.
A bobble-head of her favorite player.

Instead, I deliver her mail,
slipping letters carefully into the slot
with a sigh.
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25 comments:

  1. This is oh so beautiful..! Loved the depiction of your sentiments for the character in the poem :D
    xoxo

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  2. Wonder if Chip our mail carrier thinks about me in a poetic way ~~ doubt it.

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  3. The intoxication of that stranger-crush is a special vintage, one to sip in the grey cold fog of reality to warm your bones. I love the little gestures of affection the narrator would like to make, and the quiet glow and heat behind the words.

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  4. "A journal for her notices."

    I love that.

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  5. I understand, I understand. Well done, Shay

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  6. lovely.

    question regarding your labels:

    is it ~
    oh, well; silly rabbit; your plums are safe with me
    or
    oh, well, silly rabbit, your plums are safe with me?

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  7. I love it, such poignant musings as you put the mail into the slot. Sigh.

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  8. Sometimes the humble mail in the slot is what's needed.. a crush is something I have forgot how it felt...

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  9. Ah... she needs that journal. It would fit in the mail slot! ;)

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  10. Yes, slip that journal in the slot. A gazebo made entirely of election signs..interesting. Much better use of political pandering.

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  11. I love that journal too.

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  12. I want a gazebo made of election signs..."Vote for Scarlet!" ;)

    Missed the wit and humor here. Sigh.

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  13. I always leave treats for my mail carrier- Wow, you really painted your route-so well! I bet you sigh a lot~

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  14. A slice of your life?





    ALOHA from Honolulu,
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=

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  15. Delightful. Not only a poem but also an intriguing short story.

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  16. As ever, I am moved by the emotion you convey in your character sketches. We get of sense of who she really is, and how the narrator really feels. Lovely.

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  17. I am a sucker for unrequited love..and this poem is very sigh-worthy.

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  18. I especially like that she "hums."

    Hope all is well with you!

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  19. I know, right?! Glasses are super sexy.

    "A journal for her notices." This line is to die for.

    I really like the stacking of the three "Shes" in the first stanza and the three "As" in the fourth stanza. It's visually interesting. If it were done in only one place, I would have thought it was an accident. But being that it was in two, I think it was on purpose. "She('s) a _____." What? Three shes who are three things. Things we don't know. But you do, because you're watching her so closely. You carry her mail; what's more intimate than that?

    "slipping letters carefully into the slot" ... Clever. There's a double meaning in almost every word. Well done.

    Oh, and I like that you left "hums" hanging on its own line. Not only does she hum with her mouth, but in the springtime, everything about her hums with electricity. We all have a season in which we especially thrive. Hers is spring.

    I also think "clears the gardens" means she shaves her southern lady parts, and "plants seeds" means she has relations with men.

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  20. another to be read re-read and read again

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  21. This makes me wonder how many secret, never-spoken-about crushes there are...

    Very sweet and wistful...

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