Becoming Consumed
“The Great Dying has begun,”
says the grim woman in this online group,
referencing the cicadas of Brood XIV.
And yes, I hear them less–but there’s so much
I tune out now: the heartbeat puff of air
from an oxygen condenser, certain TV shows
that pass through me like water,
and many other things I have loved once
before becoming consumed
with what was right here: the cicadas,
the sanitary bed,
the page its own kind of bed.
And the million little stories I make up
to get through to the other side.
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Beautiful! I especially like the last two lines, but the whole poem moves really well from cicadas to the oxygen condenser to certain tv shoes and finally at writing, which is how people like us try to hold on to all the million-noted little night things that are passing through the world just like we are.
Absolutely, and thank you, Tom! Sometimes the page is about all i got. 😛
Happy to be consumed by the “million little stories” that are getting you through! I love your work. (btw I still have a book with your name on it – if you are in Lexington any time, let me know and I will get it to you)
Thank you! I surely want one. I’ve been a bit homebound lately but I want to make my way North soon!
I love this poem! The leap from the cicadas to the rest of life is really interesting.
The one line I didn’t get was the sanitary bed. Maybe it’s a reference I’m not getting, but if you’re still doing editing on this, maybe that’s a line that could be expanded to hit the emotional note your going for?
Thank you for your feedback, Rachel! I agree–“sanitary” is not necessarily hitting right for me either!
This poem is full of great lines like the TV shows passing through you, but the best line of all is about getting yourself through to the other side!
Thanks, Nancy! I really do think that personal poetry is so valuable and if it becomes universal somehow, then all the better.
Keep writing and dreaming and thinking your way to the other side.
Love the details here, and the huge expectations established with that first line!
Thanks, Tabitha! <3
Honestly, that line came first and is almost its own poem.
plump and bursting throughout, especially love:
And the million little stories I make up
to get through to the other side.
Thanks, Pam! I think we all need those kind of stories.
Terrific, Shaun! Those last 5 lines are killer.
Thanks, Kevin. This one came out kind of spontaneously and I’m happy that it resonates!
Wow! “the page its own kind of bed” — fantastic! I agree with Kevin. Those last lines, perfect.
Thanks, Michele! My goal this weekend is to say in bed! 😛
You keep on getting better And better!
Thank you, Linda. I really feel like I learn so much each June from everyone here.
You bring the world down to a small space of reality, and that makes this powerful.
Thanks, Greg! My world has been very small lately, so poetry lets me expand on it a little bit.
Love the way it starts with cicadas and arrives somewhere else. So powerful. Yes, I need those million little stories.
Thanks, Karen! I think us creators do need our stories too