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Ray Heinrich
< Some things that are yellow >
Legal notepads all written over with notes
for some class on torts and lots of funny
squiggles: all hands and noses busy thinking
into thought-clouds filled with obscenities.
A picture of a painting of a dandelion
growing right in the middle of a sidewalk
in new york city somewhere on 79th street
if you can believe someone writing about
a picture of a painting of a flower that
has a street sign that says 79th street.
Old newspapers beginning with the bicentennial
in 1976 and stacked in neat ceiling-high piles
making little paths that lead from the desk to
the bed to the fridge to the toilet.
A tiny little spider between the aluminum
foil and the window that wonders why it
gets so HOT in the afternoon but not for
long cause she has to get back to looking
for tiny little roaches to catch so she
can afford to have that big family she's
been planning for whenever she's not
wondering about the heat or busy looking
for tiny little roaches.
That particular spot on the carpet that
my dog sniffs every time he goes by except
when the ice cream man arrives by playing an
awful recording of a music box playing a tune
from some 50's musical in which case he leaps
up running and bounces off the pile of newspapers
where the path makes a sharp right turn in an
effort to get to the front door in time to bark
for 5 minutes if no one comes out to buy ice cream
and for 10 minutes if they do but when he comes
back he always stops to sniff that particular spot
on the carpet before curling up under my desk again.
Light bulbs that never burn out sold over-the-phone
by disabled vets that turn out to have been
manufactured in hungary just before the unification
of germany and that also turn out to not produce
much light either but are handy for warming your
hands when you're typing in winter.
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hey kids
you come in this minute
http://www.vais.net/~heinrich/wb/
i mean now
really
shamima khan
hallo,
just a note to let you know i'm enjoying your poems.
regards,
shamima
> hey kids
> you come in this minute
> http://www.vais.net/~heinrich/wb/
> i mean now
> really
--
Shamima
Martin Haas
how it showed up again and the dog was using it. It's really close
observation with a fairy tale quality, probably due to the layered reality
you show as in a picture of a painting, and the painting is already one step
removed from the dandelion, so it is 2,3, sometimes 4 steps removed from the
original sense object, yet keeps describing. Suggests use of videos,
microfilm, and a host of other devices that are modern , yet retains its
hold on describing what is there. Oh, you found Charlotte. I'm so glad
she's alive and well and planning a big family. Tell her I said "hello."
Ray Heinrich <r...@scribbledyne.com> wrote in message
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shamima khan
some things that are blue
seventeen shirts in much the same style,
but every single one a different shade of blue,
hanging in the closet over a mottled canvas
suitcase, always packed. my mother's too used
to moving, even though this time we've bought
the house.
a half swirl of the birthday painting,
a girl's head in the foreground,
the tiger orange curls of her hair
covering the upper right hand corner
of the textured canvas background.
an enormous lemon shaped sun
is her left eye. the blue is understated,
when you look at the picture, you don't
notice it. the bright tendrils, or central star,
catch at you instead. but when you walk away,
it is the blue you remember, unsure now
whether it was sky
or ocean.
every thursday night, an impatient debate:
blue box, or black box this week? whatever
possessed Ottawa into introducing more spokes
into the recycle duties? i think the blue box
is for cardboard -- honey nut cheerio boxes, pizza
cartons, tropicana orange juice containers,
all flattened under bare feet,
placed among the coca cola plastic bottles
(throw away the caps, peel off the labels).
the black box is just for newspapers and magazines,
and lots and lots of junk mail...or is it the
other way round?
glass bottle tilted precariously
on the window sill,
its wide blue neck opening out
into a bunch of daisies,
their pale petals drawing in the august light.
sometimes i pick up the makeshift vase
and turn it sideways, across my eyes.
i look out at my bedroom, through the blue glass,
bare feet sinking into the carpet,
fingers curled round the cold glass,
as i drown.
--
Shamima
_a work in progress_
http://chat.carleton.ca/~sekhan/beauty.html
david rutkowski
shamima khan wrote:
I've often thought about what modern "forms" in poetry might be, and end
up with something like jazz -- variations on a tune. I like your
counterpoint to the fine original.
shamima khan
> shamima khan wrote:
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> > Ray Heinrich (r...@scribbledyne.com) wrote:
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David,
thanks very much. coming from you, it means a lot.
btw, more and more people are writing to tell me how much they enjoyed your
two poems!
best regards,
--
Shamima
Ray Heinrich
>david rutkowski (david...@yahoo.com) wrote:
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>> shamima khan wrote:
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>> > Ray Heinrich (r...@scribbledyne.com) wrote:
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>Shamima
Wonderful blue poem Shamima! Especially: "but when you walk away,
it is the blue you remember" ah, great.
(and David, of course, is no slouch)
-ray
Ray Heinrich
>Ray, I'm quite taken with that little path among the old newspapers, liked
>how it showed up again and the dog was using it. It's really close
>observation with a fairy tale quality, probably due to the layered reality
>you show as in a picture of a painting, and the painting is already one step
>removed from the dandelion, so it is 2,3, sometimes 4 steps removed from the
>original sense object, yet keeps describing. Suggests use of videos,
>microfilm, and a host of other devices that are modern , yet retains its
>hold on describing what is there.
and a planned every bit of it, completely intentional... :)
>Oh, you found Charlotte. I'm so glad
>she's alive and well and planning a big family. Tell her I said "hello."
I conveyed that "hello" for you, but from a distance.
(She's been terribly successful with that family of hers.)
-ray
>Ray Heinrich <r...@scribbledyne.com> wrote in message
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shamima khan
*grin* thanks lots, ray. i've reread this particular poem of yours many
times since you posted it, and it gets better every time.
thank you,
shamima
> hey kids
> you come in this minute
> http://www.vais.net/~heinrich/wb/
> i mean now
> really
Zita Maria Evensen
forsythia