Earl Grey

I am smothered in the film

of winter, I look at my image

in the restroom glass and try

to imagine it's cascade into

brittle white.

I almost welcome the snow,

as opposed to the mud of

everyday life,

Mud films my house,

murky in uncertainty, but the

snow is cathartic, although

it blankets with heavy confusion,

love is clouding my direction.

Something in me stirs

to become a fellow flower

sinking back to the beginning,

back to the mud of where it all began.

we all must go

back to the mud...

we all must go...

The sun yearns into my breakfast window,

 it reaches for me and I embrace it.

I think about bleaching my hair

just to avoid the slow torture

between fall and winter, but

part of me wants to remember

and reach again.

not merely embrace...

it wants to believe' at the ninth hour,

that it's never too late.

She's sixty-six and she

still does the shimmy,

she wistfully admits

that she still enjoys sex.

Errant Earl Grey forms

a happy image into the base

of my empty cup.

I scry for a moment

and smile,

then I swirl them into

oblivion.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I found the lining of the first three stanzas a bit problematic--I might bump "beginning" back to the prior line in the first, perhaps pull "everday life" back a line in the second, and make "but the" and "although" the beginnings of lines, and pull "beginning" back to the prior line in the third. Still, these are minor complaints with a fine, fine poem. It's highly visual, and maintains a matter-of-fact tone which works nicely with the overall feel of resignation which pervades the piece. It's awfully impressive work.

[MOON]

Lovely write , nothing Earl Grey cant fix. I like the first stanza

[Chris]

Earl Grey has that "hint' of mellow and deep sweet yet fragrant aftertaste.

Now was that the tea or the poem... another cup of both is in order I guess.

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. something in me stirred ... as i read this poem ... your poetic voice is clear ... but distant ... i read the beautifully written images in your words ... and felt that the narrator is dreading a drop ... a kind of sinking feeling ... and right at the end ... embraces it ... perhaps, there's poetry in that decision to "swirl them into oblivion" ... perhaps there's poetic justice of some sort in that too ... just my humble thoughts after reading this thought-provoking piece of work ...

[Alisa Js]

S 9 L4 > scry??? or cry???

I love how the persona appears to be dealing with the issue of aging.. actually something, we all have to deal with ....and how the comparisions to Earl Grey somehow makes it all better.

Nice!

alisa ;-)

I think the comparison you make with Earl Gray I found very abundantly, everything fits, and fits in your words. Nicely written. Richly profound thoughts. Here I will gladly come back for. Want to know more of your work.

E.L.