Friday, April 10, 2015

A to Z Challenge Days 9-10 Letters I and J

 In case you're just tuning in, for my #PADChallenge (Poem A Day Challenge) which is also a part of the #AtoZBlogChallenge. I am taking one line of text from T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland and using that line for the day that corresponds with today's letter, in alphabetical order. I missed yesterday's letter, which was the letter I, and today is the letter J. So here it is.

H)    I never know what you are thinking
Just dreaming all the time.
And believe me, I watch carefully
You look so pale
But there’s also a glow or
A halo
It’s like a tv at night
It both washes you out and illuminates you
How it glimmers blue-white in the dark room
And I am passing under your window
I need to
Tell someone.
I collect night symphonies and
I crush them between my teeth
And let it flow down my chin.
Don’t tell me I’m tripping, I’m not.
Growing up is a collection of
All the echoes of what you were.
It all shifts and flashes
Who are you in this conversation,
A picture that really doesn’t fit inside the frame?
It’s a Sagittarius eclipse,
Celestial spirits and centaurs-
It’s so perfect, half this thing and half that thing
Neither in this world or
That one.
That’s where I live, inside the between places.
With a ticking clock.
Who am I?
What do I do?
I draw pictures of wide eyed dolls
And make my own dreamscape.
I live for pleasure and the glow.
I grow sharp fangs.
I am wavering and intangible.

I)       Jug jug jug jug jug jug
Singing to myself,
Walking on the side of the road
I can walk great distance
I can collect miles,
Across rivers, and fields
Through barns,
Neon and rain
Smoky clubs and dive bars
In the city,
Through music,
And kitchens
Across the stage, even.
Looking upward
The earth splinters under me:
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
Strange fruit
Offered by the spirits
Along a hidden trail
Mud and mountains
Which leads to a fairy ring,
A print here of
I print there of
Body swept along in the breeze
Scared and hungry and waiting
The sound of memory:
Jug jug jug jug jug jug.
Trying to get started
Trying to recall the sun on his face
With my memories
Seek shelter, direction
And find the signs
on the side of the road.  

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