Strange,
unremarkably so
They just want to keep talking when I read a normal
poem,
but an experimental sound poem
brings a whole bar of drunks to silence.
Loading up the car, I admire the enhanced reflections of
scudded
clouds on the back window, the sun a bright disc.
Hey, you could watch a solar eclipse on this thing!
The bathroom mirror says I can leave the house looking
pretty good,
but when I see my reflection in shop windows I want to
go home.
Completing an unremarkable transaction on the phone, the
customer
says 'love you' and hangs up.
On the freeway, it's best not to think about the
possibility of dying.
Try to marvel at how cooperative we can be.
Peak hour, I notice a puff of white fluff from the car
in front. Then
another. Then a burst of white feathers. A perfect white
dove falls
plop! onto the road in front of my car, sits up, flies
away. I think, the
driver of that car is a magician, or maybe an escape
artist.
Tonight, I was greeted by the neighbour's cat on the
back verandah.
Proof that when a cat dies, all the other cats
redistribute themselves
to fill the empty space.
Anna Fern lives in Melbourne and writes wonderful poems,
both 'normal'
and 'sound' poems, and is a consummate performer. This
poem was in
The Best Australian Poems 2013.
The Best Australian Poems 2013.
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more Tuesday Poems click on the quill icon at the top of the page.
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