After a hellish day at work, I treated myself to a massage. (High). Then I talked to my son for a half an hour on the phone. (High). Then I found out that, for the third summer in a row, I did NOT get a writing residency for which I had applied. (Low). Then I had a little quiet time to freak out, thinking why bother? and maybe I just don’t have anything valuable to share. (Low.) Then I pet my dog. (High). Then I started working on today’s poem…and I’m back somewhere in the middle.
Today’s poem continues the little cycle from Days 13 and 14. I like the idea, but the form and language are still quite rough. It’s about all I can muster right now.
When “No” Is A Diamond Brooch…
…you want to keep it safe, respect its rough journey
through generations, its passage from mother to daughter
as payoff for silence. Now it is ready to break this cycle,
its stones loose in their settings, stickpin poking the tonsils,
propped on the tongue’s lapel as glimpses of its glimmer
slip from between the gaps in your teeth. The pawnbroker
is watching. Pull it reluctant from your lips, await his appraisal,
his acceptance or denial, what he thinks it is worth, this
lovely, shimmering thing cached in the cavern of your mouth.