Goo
Goo Eyed
she was scrolling with the one hand on her
phone
eyes down the leg-kicks of the baby on the skirt
front a ticking pendulum took my eye the plain
prettiness sweet curled head devoid of cradle cap
the way the one year old stares at the
stranger full
frank transmission that unblinking send send
stuck inside this quandary to start the chucks of
mucking up and blow up cheeks cross eyes make with the
obviousness falls inside the code of generations
but do I wait here unseen inside the kinderworld
for another random eye to see me you wait
too long the nuance changes
goes dark the
kicking feet take an upward turn in tempo
still no word from Planet Mum I break off the engagement
with real reluctance but you can’t
punch the lady in the arm just out of the blue
in Woolies say hey wake up
kiddo
the way the one year old stares at the stranger full
ReplyDeletefrank transmission that unblinking send send
stuck inside this quandary to start the chucks of
mucking up and blow up cheeks cross eyes make with the
... there are so many ways this could go --- forwards and backwards... v powerful
... I don't think the current ending lives up to the potential here ... but probably there's another piece combines with this I'm guessing
Yes I kind of ran out of steam....
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem, dear Kerri, and that moment you were so much there. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteP.S. My 2-cents-worth is...the ending is perfect. Maybe not intentional, but it runs down because you are walking away. No need for a crescendo or sage nod to end with. You wrote all that before, as (in the poem) you were experiencing and thinking it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, it is good to get different perspectives. It does have that hopelessness you get when you are not able to move either way and as you say must simple trickle off. xx
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