[For your Tuesday: another romp with the inimitable Barbie Dockstader Angell thru halls where allegory & surreality commingle with wit & melancholy—enjoy!]
Send Supplies
The fridge is stocked with Sadness.
The cupboard’s full of Pain.
The coffee reeks of Madness
and the tea is made from rain.
I keep a piece of Confidence
in the top left dresser drawer.
It’s locked up safe from Loneliness
‘till I make it to the store.
I’ve made up a new shopping list.
It has everything I need.
From Peace of Mind to a cup of Bliss
And Love that grows from seeds.
But I can’t escape the shell I’m in.
I just can’t seem to leave.
I’d really like to start again,
but I can’t get a reprieve.
They won’t deliver anymore.
They say I’m too far gone.
And I really can’t get past the door.
I think that something’s wrong.
The spice rack’s full of Bitterness
and the recipes call for a Smile.
I know one was left by a long ago guest,
but it hasn’t been seen in a while.
My Heart is asleep in the freezer.
My Joy is decayed in the hall.
My Spirit’s come down with a fever.
My teardrops are staining the walls.
I’m trying to capture a wish or two.
They were making a break for the door.
I’m hoping that they’ll see me through,
just ‘till I get to the store.
Barbie Dockstader Angell
© 2009-present
A miscellany like Grandma’s attic in Taunton, MA or Mission Street's Thrift Town in San Francisco or a Council, ID yard sale in cloudy mid April or a celestial roadmap no one folded—you take your pick.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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Wonderful stuff - you could take any one line of that and turn it into a picture.
ReplyDeleteHi Alan: A very apt description! Thanks so much.
ReplyDeleteI’m trying to capture a wish or two.
ReplyDeleteThey were making a break for the door.
All of this poem is plaintive, but especially these lines. And the one about Joy decaying in the hall made me shiver.
alan, thank you. :) i just may try that sometime.
ReplyDeletejohn, as always....my thanks. :)
hkatz, lovely, thank you. :) when i perform that piece, i practically whisper the part about the wishes.
Hi HKatz & Barbie!
ReplyDeleteHKatz: Oh, I liked those lines a lot! Yes, this is a bit of a dark poem, but a really good one. Thanks!
Barbie: Interesting about the performance detail. Thanks too for responding to the commenters; I know you always do & I really appreciate it :)
i do my best. :)
ReplyDeletePlenty good enough :)
ReplyDeleteI think this is thr most beautiful poem I've read in years. It actually brought a tear to my eye. It is simply amazing.
ReplyDeletethank you shanne....you may be my favorite reader ever. :)
ReplyDeletei'm so thrilled you enjoyed it so much.
Hi Shanne: It's pretty great, isn't it? There's a new poem (& artwork!) by Barbie Angell here every other Tuesday! Thanks for stopping by.
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