i got passionfruit
road-raging my throat
i want to spit it out
a drake-inspired pop song
or a gluten free vegan cake
by Rashmi's Bakery
but instead it goes down
my bile & belly, ignites
all my anxieties, stirs up
seasonal blues as crystal moon
rises from the seawater
& muse, earth-bound
splutters ink, burns the air
with bright bluish green flames-
zinc
of all my silvery dreams
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I’m so thankful you’re here to channel the past — you, Claudia, and Brian had such connected writing styles. You were the Trinity of Poetry. I will never forget that inspiring/inspired leadership.
ReplyDeleteThank you and I hope you get back to writing poems! Missin you!
DeleteAh, Grace, amazing as ever! I love that road-raging passion-fruit, and the burning bile - a great cascade of imagery, and an unexpected element at the end. Lovely stuff.
ReplyDeleteOh that concluding line... the false hope of silver only being zinc. The buildup of bile just makes that concluding line so much stronger.
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a touch of beat and a massive twist of passionfruit road rage, Grace! It is vibrant and vivid, and I love the way it appeals to the senses. I have no idea where Rasmi’s bakery is, but I like the sound of the gluten-free vegan cake. My favourite lines:
ReplyDelete‘…ignites
all my anxieties, stirs up
seasonal blues as crystal moon’
and
‘splutters ink, burns the air
with bright bluish green flames’.
My fave line is 'zinc of all my silvery dreams'- perfection!
ReplyDeleteYou lit up the place with your beatnik beat, Grace!
ReplyDeleteOut of sync … leads to zinc! (Sorry, couldn't resist!) Loved your poem.
ReplyDeleteThat bile sure can build up and be nothing more than zinc.
ReplyDelete"zinc
ReplyDeleteof all my silvery dreams"... Grace that is marvelous!
this poem is delicious. the last stanza is a dream.
ReplyDeleteYou saw a target and hit it Grace, Though not a particular fan of the beat school you did find a way to encapsulate its discordant road to imagery.
ReplyDeleteOne day I do surmise that "passion fruit" will be more easily digestible. Perhaps the gluten free will aid its journey to comestible.
All this inspiration, choked by zinc-stained perspirations! I think every hardworking poet well understands the fickle nature of muse wine. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA moon and muse. One certainly affects the other. And dreams are seldom the real thing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Love the imagery you've created.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully done, Grace. Lovely to read you.
ReplyDeleteI love those first two lines, and the zinc exploding with colour at the end. A wonderful write.
ReplyDeletehaha-- lovely!
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines really close out the poem. Wonderfully, written Grace. Zinc - is also very good for healing.
ReplyDeletelove the rhythm and the originality of the language in this..JIM
ReplyDeleteOutstanding, Grace!
ReplyDelete"i got passionfruit
road-raging my throat"
"splutters ink, burns the air
with bright bluish green flames-
zinc
of all my silvery dreams "