"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, May 18, 2020
summer nights
i taste the skin
from summer fruit
the juice sticky
on my lips
as sliver of light
glaces the room
you are fixated:
crystals & mirrors
or is it
murmurings of trees
you hear
pressing on
& on
i gulp down
2 red pills
Posted for dVerse Poet Pub- Quadrille hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FIX. Thanks for your comments & visits.
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Oh I wonder about those red pills... it starts so nice, but I cannot cease to wonder what ugliness there are beneath.
ReplyDeleteThis is strangely unsettling. Nice use of the prompt word - fixated has a real kick to it.
ReplyDeleteOh, those last two lines were a surprise. Unsettling, in deed. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThose last couple of lines really are unsettling.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace! It's lovely to see you back for the quadrille. Your poem appeals to all the senses and I love the sliver of light that glaces the room. What are those two red pills for?
ReplyDeleteThe red pills at the end present the reader with a mystery perhaps something ominous, perhaps nothing at all.
ReplyDeleteif they are the red pills from the matrix film one is plenty. your words are fixating.
ReplyDeleteMurmuring of trees? Methinks it must've been hearing voices that drove you to the red pills!!
ReplyDeleteI love the first three lines (haiku?) I'm wondering about the fixation on crystals and mirrors and wonder if they are connected to the 2 red pills. Very compelling poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA very interesting juxtaposition of imagery.
ReplyDeleteMuch to ponder here...the red pills and the fixation.
ReplyDeleteThe edges of reality are beginning to blur...
ReplyDeletei gulp down
ReplyDelete2 red pills
Utterly despondent and one ends up gulping whatever that can help. Things are beginning to get out of control from governments to ordinary folks!
Hank
I really like this mysterious piece. Well written.
ReplyDeletegulping down unpleasant truth, I guess, it's better than the blue pill of ignorance.
ReplyDeleteInteresting.
ReplyDeleteI wonder at those 2 red pills
ReplyDeleteBe safe
Muchđź’™love
One could become 'fixated' on your poetry .... stay safe and healthy!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. Then tension between the beginning and the end is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteAs others have stated, this is unsettling. Leaves me wondering.
ReplyDeleteI think this poem is the tip of a very intriguing story and I like that it did that for me. I saw someone caring for their spouse with alzheimers...but there are many possibilities.
ReplyDeleteGrace: Interesting! Love the choice of "fixated" which is an interesting tendency of mind.
ReplyDeleteI wish I understood the last two lines about the red pill. I thought of two fun and related metaphors:
(1) a pomegranate: red fruit (from your first stanza). A fruit posited by some religious traditions to be the forbidden fruit in Genesis.
(2) the red pill in The Matrix (movie): which reveals unpleasant truth.
See their connection?
The poem jumping from "I" to "You" and back to "I" makes me see a scene with a couple (perhaps in this time of isolation) sitting in their living room, far too familiar with each other while one (the "I") is obsessed with physical/sensual sensations and she/he is criticizing the partner who is "fixated" or distracted by things far less real (crystals, unheard mumurings etc). And so to escape the oppressive relationship, the sensual spouse grabs her red psych pills, no the pills are not the two mentioned above).
See what happens to the reader when there is little guidance and much vagueness. Smile. Now, reading through the comments, I see talk about the red pill but not the other things I mention -- my guess, they didn't wonder further -- too abstract. Must of been my morning coffee that kept me going. Have a good day.
Love the way I which you used, ‘fixated.’ Also, ‘as sliver of light glaces the room.’
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