It started with my shirts,then the cat, photos,words on paper, one by one,a slow transformationbarely noticedEverything monochromewith rounded edges,flatlike Keanu Reeves,completely lacking affectAfter an indoor summeralready leaves turn red,soon will be ash,& I’m living with ghostsof people who are still aliveAlways a child cryingin our neighborhood,wails wafted on muslin curtainsotherwise peacefulin the breezeWhat happens to voiceswhen windows close against coldwith insufficient sunto hedgeagainst whispering
Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden today
like Keaunu Reeves! Love it. I like that the leaves will soon be ash. Here we aren't allowed to burn them anymore. I never did, but i liked the smell when other people did.
ReplyDeleteI can feel that cold seep in also. You describe both the season of the year and the season of this particular year. Thanks, Marian. K.
ReplyDelete'What happens to voices when windows close against cold with insufficient sun to hedge against whispering' .. sigh.. this is so incredibly eloquent, Marian!💘
ReplyDeleteLiving with ghosts of people who are still alive.This is a particularly poignant line.When the windows close against cold you will just have to bide your time and work through it until next Spring.This winter for me has been the longest imaginable. We are in Spring now. It is still cold (by our standards)and I am already planning on how to abolish the greater part of winter from my life in the future:)
ReplyDeletehahaahh comparison with Keanu Reeves, heaths innovative!!
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ReplyDeletewhen windows close against cold... love that! Poor Mr Reeves though.
"I'm living with ghosts of people who are still alive." How striking that line is. I enjoyed this poem, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteSo many lines to stop and think about...only one that made me guffaw though...Keanu...lol
ReplyDeleteI sense a general dulling of the senses, starting with colorblind Ness and ending with lost of feel, both physical and mental. Poor Soul,
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ReplyDeleteYes that comparison with Keanu ... and ghosts of people still alive... Maybe you are trapped in the Matrix.
ReplyDeleteBravo! You captured the people Arlene and I met, before those dances brought them back to life.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I don't agree with you about Keanu, Ido think this isone excellent poem. The last stanza is killer.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully evoked. And I too laughed out loud about Keanu.
ReplyDeletesoon will be ash,
ReplyDelete& I’m living with ghosts
of people who are still alive
Lovely way of saying how Autumn is to be welcomed.There seems to be a varied many with their own ways of interpretations. Very true Marian!
Hank
I love the way this poem begins and the lines:
ReplyDelete'already leaves turn red,
soon will be ash,
& I’m living with ghosts
of people who are still alive'
and
'What happens to voices
when windows close against cold
with insufficient sun
to hedge
against whispering'.
It gave me much to think about.
Couldn't agree more about Keanu. Love the chill of this poem, its ghosts.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid imagery I love the memories here
ReplyDeletewhen those windows close... I like the sounds of the outside - so much my window is usually open a crack even through the winter - drives my husband crazy :)
ReplyDeleteOh, your ending... goodness that is powerful.
ReplyDeleteI love the memories here
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