I Notice I Am Crazy Now

I Notice I Am Crazy Now

A Poem by Phibby Venable

 
 
I Notice I Am Crazy Now
 
This morning I turn to my place
of coffee with the cardinal's mate
She does not have his deepest red.
She is the gray place on the limb.
 
The reverberating sound of clicks
could be a spigot or a clock
A whine has hidden in my voice
A boil has settled on my back
This solitude disturbs my rest.
 
I drive a car that will not shift
I listen to the motor flood
I dance on water pipes they laid
just yesterday beside the bridge
to filter poison from the creek
 
I see newspapers near the road
in plastic just in case it rains
I read a poet that hates a crow
I stir a live chill from my tea
and watch the dew fall from a leaf
 
I mean to sit in rabbit fur
and watch the swams swim
by my door
I want to whimper with my nerves
or steal the circus strong man's hair
I am not overly concerned
I've seen the world from here to there
I am enlightened by the sun
I see a lone star ride a hawk
I eat my rage of teeth clamped frowns
and spread tremendous bits of bait
into a smiling mirror's face
 
My head is muffled when I sleep
I dream of glass that always breaks
I feel probation on my skin
Today my legs are slow to bend.
An angel whips me into rage
with cotton feathers and a veil
 
I notice I am crazy now.
 

© 2008 Phibby Venable


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At first glance, this seems to be a portrait of a crazy person, with the quickly-presented and unrelated images which come in rapid-fire order...but there is the overriding feel of longing and perhaps loneliness that ties the varied, vivid, and masterfully drawn images together. You can stack this piece against anything written by anyone, anywhere, and at any time, and it will hold its own in comparison.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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i travelled many miles to these words today. They always call to me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Bits of images from a woman that march through her head in rhythmic form. Jumping ever so lightly from one thought to the next seemingly incoherent but not really. It is just pieces of a life as it moves along its path. Perhaps looking deeper into the simplest of things as women sometimes do . I have been called guilty of over thinking..perhaps I am just as "crazy"

Posted 11 Years Ago


I found my way again. The words call to me through the hills.

Posted 12 Years Ago


these words called to me through years and miles, I had to come back to them



Posted 12 Years Ago


A well crafted poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i think that crazy is often simply enlightment without punctuation or explanation.

i love the format of this poem.
the one liner observations.
how it kept it fractured and whole at the same time.

the end line is a little obvious but it is humorous and works.

there are so many fantastic images and lines here.

"I want to whimper with my nerves
or steal the circus strong man's hair" - that is just classic.

"I eat my rage of teeth clamped frowns
and spread tremendous bits of bait
into a smiling mirror's face (this is just.... wow)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a colorful rendition of any-womans hindsight
a thatched bit of something grand...yet with the angst of menopausel panic and the rapid heartbeat of a sesaround reality-check....peppered with what-ifs...weighe out against a ticking clock

incredibly sane...if you ask me
( a fav) Emily thanks my ear for sending

Blesssssssssss

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

incredible imagery in this piece. Strongly written, resonant. It has a Plathlike quality to it I found very appealing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I can relate. I like your writing style, Phibby!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Cool portray of the thoughts that flow through the mind...

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Phibby Venable
Phibby Venable

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