11.17.2012

motif no. 17

Confronting a blank page is like
being jostled, objecting, from a dream
in which you’d far prefer to reside
because then you’d be unconcerned
with what has happened to the words
scattered around on the kitchen floor
like errant cupcake sprinkles,
waiting for the vacuum to materialize
and force an unexpected plot twist.
Such dreams never make any sense
except for their unflinching clarity in
laying bare the impact of misplaced words.

Poem #17 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.

20 comments:

  1. I love this poem, Marian and probably because I can so relate to the dilemma you present.
    Those last three lines are just superb - excellent choice of words, in finely balanced sequence.

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  2. # 17 of thirty, kiddo, and you are doing a fantastic job!!!!! I got panic-y at the thought of the vacuum swallowing up any of your precious words!

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  3. I love this POEM!!!!!

    What a power image: "the words
    scattered around on the kitchen floor
    like errant cupcake sprinkles"

    I keep fishing for the ones that get a way.

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  4. inside the poet's studio: there i was on saturday, chasing sprinkles around on my kitchen floor, wishing i could be writing instead :) xo

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  5. I love this, Marian. It describes exactly why I wouldn't try to commit to 30 poems in 30 days. You're past the halfway mark, bravo for you.
    K

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  6. I really, really like this poem. Misplaced words are a canker in our lives!

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  7. wow... misplaced words... love the imagery of the errant cupcake sprinkles!

    I hope that you will consider sharing an offering for this year's 4th annual gratitude word quilt. You can find information about the project and how to participate at the top of my blog. If you’ve already sent something thank you and please forgive my poor memory. The quilt is growing quite expansive and with only first names, I can’t always remember who already shared. Feel free to write in your native language google translate is available on my blog so every one can read and understand one another. Every Blessing~ Laura

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  8. Great imagery and your tone brings forth the feeling well, Marian....I see in my mind random words cut from newspaper print on the kitchen linoleum floor and more mid-air falling still...thank you for that...I enjoyed it!! :)

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  9. Whooop!!!!! the last lines are awesome and this has the feeling that I feel every time I write something. Then its like popping it in the oven to see if it rises or not...if the reviews are good Ha! Souffle! If not, organic paperweight. Loved it.

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  10. I can empathize with this. Words, words everywhere......but where they should be! Smiles.

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  11. like errant cupcake sprinkles, !! I am astonished by the genius of this metaphor. I struggle so, with creativity. My hat is off to you.

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  12. "(E)rrant cupcake sprinkles" are sweet in a way a blank page rarely is. The blank canvas promises us everything, but usually takes away.

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  13. Yes, I like this because you describe the fun and the frustration all at the same time...well so frustrating when something yummy and delicious is scattered on the floor!

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  14. Loved the "errant cupcake sprinkles" on the floor. I always have that moment of hesitation before beginning the writing... a kind of stagefright, I suppose. Then I tell myself, "You take all the used paper at church and recycle it by writing on the back, so go ahead and scribble!" Makes me feel better.

    Great metaphorical poem, well done, you! Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/11/14/balloon-girl/

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  15. I have been "jostled" by that blank page often of late....My "errant cupcake sprinkles" are still scattered across the floor.

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  16. Love the words like cupcake sprinkles...

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  17. wow Marian...I'm living your poem
    with a pile of sprinkles...
    Well Done...

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  18. hah! and now inexplicably i am craving sweets.

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  19. I wrote about words too! But yours made me hungry. :)

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