"Mute Blueness"

"Mute Blueness"

A Poem by Steven


and you stop yourself 
standing in a frozen pirouette
with one foot 
lightly toeing the carpet
behind you
as the wind
hits the panes of glass
and 
a tree branch
follows soon after 
entering your room
with a crash

and the cat jets
in a blur of calico
under your bed
and you think 
after spinning around
and gaping for a moment
at the sight
with your hands
clasped over your heart
how you used to hide
in the same place
where you were told
monsters are

and your father
suddenly appears in your mind
like a tall
sludge of mud
with two dark stones
pressed into his clay face
for eyes

and it is all so real again
as the rain floods your window sill
drenching the carpet
and the musty smell
will soon rise
and the cat is still hidden
and the glass glimmers in
the bright gray sun
wetly

and the blue and yellow bruise
no longer under your eye
feels like your soul
did then
like a million small mice
squeaking in your heart
trapped paws
scurrying
away
but there is no away

and the winter feels nice
to you now
in big coats
without swimsuits
or beaches
and it feels good
the empty spaces
where you can sit
and no one on the bench
and no one beside
you on the train
and a twin bed

and if you cry
it might all
come out
and so you don't
ever 
cry 
even when things 
that you love fly
you just grow
another layer of bark
and you think
somewhere
under the rings
of armor
might be soft flesh
gold
freedom
peace

and you hope the mice have gone
but you can't tell anymore
it is so far away
and the rain is still falling
into your room
where no lover has been
just the cat
the harmless small cat
who can love
at a distance
confusing you
with god
for fish or chicken

and you wish
the rain drops 
pelting your floor
were really your tears
and somewhere
a cleansing would occur
and things would leave 
and things would fill that space
things you can count on
like luck
after wishing
or birthday candles
lit
by loving flames

and you pick up the sharp glass
and it is August
and the cat is still hidden
and you clench a piece
too tightly
and the thrill
of what you see comforts you
bleaches the pain 
and you stand there
and smile
thinking it is his
red rain
and not your own
and you wish hard
but no
fairies are not angels
don't have kindness
cannot smile
they are
come-at-night 
hermaphrodites

and you no more smile
watching the red
and back away
from the branch
obscenely
f*****g
your room
cumming wet leaves
and you mumble about
cleaning it up
knowing
there is no Clorox
no Lysol or soap
that they sell out there
in the happy shops
full of promises
to scrub your brain with

and one more Vicodin
chased with wine
offers
a tiny solution
to a mountainous
problem

and your shaking hands
are in your pockets
one in gauze
you keep around
just in case
and water washes
down
and down
the duct-taped
white garbage bag
beating the earth
beyond it
in small 
senseless 
patters





© 2015 Steven



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Each stanza of this poem forms such a breath taking image. Especially the one about the father, it just pushed forward in my mind. You have excellent word choice that creates rhythm and the connection between different images throughout the poem gives it a great flow and ties each stanza to one another. "standing in a frozen pirouette" what a beautiful image and also a strong metaphor for the entire poem. Usually with trauma the memory(ies) is cyclical and persistent, here, in your writing you have captured it as a moment in time.
Thank you for sharing

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Each stanza of this poem forms such a breath taking image. Especially the one about the father, it just pushed forward in my mind. You have excellent word choice that creates rhythm and the connection between different images throughout the poem gives it a great flow and ties each stanza to one another. "standing in a frozen pirouette" what a beautiful image and also a strong metaphor for the entire poem. Usually with trauma the memory(ies) is cyclical and persistent, here, in your writing you have captured it as a moment in time.
Thank you for sharing

Posted 2 Years Ago


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This is a deja vu for me, I dreamed reading this! Or I predicted reading this. In any case, I am glad I did.

Very macabre and haunting. Sends shivers down my spine and makes me feel great empathy for the character's plight.

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Oh. I know you from Scrib. I think. This looks so familiar.

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confusing you with god
for fish or chicken

ooooh! How did I miss this one? Love it. Thank you for posting it!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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A thoroughly enjoyable read from one end to the other - a kaleidoscope of well placed words that create such vivid images so as to leave the reader feeling as if they had been there themselves, or if not there exactly, to have watched the story unfold from a covert observation post somewhere. I felt a bit of a voyeur actually & enjoyed the whole experience. Thanks, N

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At the "frozen pirouette" and the "one foot lightly toeing the carpet" an image of a cat immediately came to mind. Lo and behold the second stanza introduces the cat, then followed by the thought of mice. Incredible how the mind has patterns of thought and imagery. I am carried away in a swirl of images and emotions. And I will venture back again to get another dose of this poem and its world. There is more than one reading to this poem. It's like a mine that has many caverns filled with unyet discovered gems.

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pain and comfort, i can feel both as i read

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this is a well wrought storm of words

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I like this melancholic write...A good prose...

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Welcome, a lot of poem, hell ya, it is good,must shut down the coffee buz to lift and look under its rocks .This is fresh, for me a fishing trip into the cafe ,has produced food for me to pack home.

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