Perpetual Rinse~

the odd morning of fragrant shatter~

I woke up to the sound

of

memory

misplaced

 

I looked between the polished hardwood

and the curved ceiling

while spiders

protested

webs on my fingertips;

it wasn't there

 

I looked inside the used Keurig cup

for your button down dreams

hit

by

a faint aroma of the toasted almond

you favored

but the memory slipped away

with the creamer

 

I looked with my hands

inside the laundry basket

but they felt only empty space

and a dryer sheet;

you were right

I am anal retentive

and busy

always keeping busy

to chase the dogs of rage

away

 

and now I wish I had left your stained shirt

unburied in detergent

somewhere at the bottom

of a memory

that is set on perpetual

rinse . . . .

 

thanks for the dilapadated

emotional impressions

in my back

 

you could have been cordial

and taken them with your

misplaced

memory

of me

 

am I really that bloody bad?

 

My lean back into the scent of memory

displaced

ticking the seconds

between the front door

and the train

as the machine against my back

clicks itself

to

spin . . . .

 

 

 

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Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Even when you simplify you make things more complicated for me. I am sitting here with this cohesion mind-blowing phrases and a whirlwind of meaning and interpretation meander through the cerebellum of my soul. Such mundane tasks we take for granted you chew on and spit out... and it returns to us exotic.

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Oh ...you wrote me today...sadly..this is quite breathtaking in it's simplicity..the images, the language..the message..

[jenubouka]

I feel the emotional strain of loving someone and know that it is a waste of time. As if you knew better, yet you kept loving them harder. In return they leave you with the bittersweet taste of failure and loss. It is bittersweet because they left you will fatal lapses of the bad you tried to find the good in.

A new fan most definitely, this is a compelling synopsis of lost love and a broken heart.

[Aidz]

Washed in cold water so the colours don't run and paint this write in a colour of pink

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I hear the aggravations of a relationship that has become complacent, feeling neglected emotionally and not satisfied sexually... your wording is always unique.

[SkinlessFrank]

and now I wish I had left your stained shirt

unburied in detergent

somewhere at the bottom

of a memory

that is set on perpetual

rinse . . . .


This type of banishment sounds worse than death, but perhaps is the poetically just version of death for our times.

[Cafe Reader]

This is written in a different voice than your usual spoken word artistry. What this says to me is that you're maturing as a writer and as a person, coming beautifully into your own, understanding that a true gift has to reach everyone. You're learning to accomodate, and that's a great gift, Selene. Another magnificent poem from you.

[Ed Hart]

somehow you make all the pieces fit, like a puzzle that assumes its unique shape as you put it together...but of course we have to be educated in the heart of selene, at least as much as is allowed, dear lady

[arbitrary jane]

i heard this in a different voice than i am accustomed to. slower. more deliberate.
there is deliberate work in the hands that search. and in the knowledge that one is,
'always keeping busy
to chase the dogs of rage
away'

ah for the things that shatter fragrantly.

[FireWoman]

Perception of the reality of this singular thought/moment in time. The words are hypnotically pulling the reader further into the fray until the washer brings us back out. I understand perfectly the deep set thoughts that flash faster and faster in the mind; sometimes it is hard to know which way is up. Great writing Miss Ess!