I Notice I Am Crazy Now

 

 

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.

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

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.

[Emily B]

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

[Southern Cross]

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"

[Emily B]

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

[Emily B]

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

[Wildecat]

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

[PianoandPage]

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)

[J. Hampton]

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

[TL Boehm]

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

[HoorayForUnderdog]

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

[Tomás Ó C..]

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