Tuesday, 20 April 2010

shopping for poems

Something I've discovered about writing a poem a day, is how little room it leaves for anything else. Like a beagle, my mind persists in attaching itself to and following anything that has even a hint of poetic material. The whole day starts to turn itself into a poem. I really must try to stop, it's driving me a little crazy. Thankfully I feel the yen for a landscape poem ... which gives me the perfect excuse to head out of town sometime before this month is over.


shopping second-hand

Time mocks me as it slides by

turning memories only five years old

into sentiment. Like how I miss

certain people, now gone from this place

with no chance any more

of bumping into them down town.

In the cleanest Public Toilets

I look at myself in the mirror, afraid

that what I see isn't the real me,

or alternatively, is an only too-real

reflection of someone shopping alone.

Too long spent tumbling

your own unspoken thoughts

will drive you crazy in the end.

It's no wonder lonely people

cry out suddenly or wave to strange cars

and buses when they cross at the lights.

To get the bus home I happily retreat

from designer-frontages, clever windows,

to dog-eared Rattray Street,

a detour to Stafford's SaveMart,

where pretension is a foreign concept

and friends take cheerful intakes of breath

at surprise finds, “Do I look good in this?”

Where I am content

among the smell of other people

and no longer have to try.

I know where these people are coming from

and why they stay. I feel myself relax

into a ball of happy plasma.

Kay McKenziee Cooke


Becky Willis Motew said...

How do you do it? They are all so good.


Unknown said...

I know you'll be grateful to get to the end of the month - only ten more days, but look at all the material you have generated. I like this a lot, but wonder how surprising it would be to leave out the last stanza altogether :)

Kay Cooke said...

Thanks Becky ... it's wearing me thin! They all need editing now.

Barbara - Hmmm ... I see your point. I will definitely be giving that that some thought - thanks. (You've reminded me ... editing all these poems is next ... I've certainly got my work cut out for next few weeks I can see that!)

AngelaEJKoh said...

I've just stumbled upon your "poem/day," it's very courageous of you--and I've enjoyed reading each one! Maybe when all is done, you'll have enough to make a collection.

Kay Cooke said...

Angela - Thanks! I can only hope so ... but with a ways to go yet ... :)

Helen Lehndorf said...

"Happy plasma?"!!

Brilliant. :)

x Helen

Claire Beynon said...

Dear Kay

I love the idea of the awareness of poetry turning each day turn into a poem! (And therein lies another one?)

I'm in awe of your commitment to this marathon - and agree with Becky. They're all sooo good!

L, C

Kay Cooke said...

Helen - Thanks. Much appreciated.

Claire - It feels like a strange state to be in, but I'll no doubt miss the intensity once normality returns.

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