The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/9/08

[BlueIris]

"The Zen of Housework"

I look over my shoulder
down my arms
to where they disappear under water
into hands inside pink rubber gloves
moiling among dinner dishes.

My hands lift a wine glass,
holding it by the stem and under the bowl.
it breaks the surface
like a chalice
rising from a medieval lake.

Full of the grey wine
of domesticity, the glass floats
to the level of my eyes.
Behind it, through the window
above the sink, the sun, among
a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches,
is setting in Western America.

I can see thousands of droplets
of steam—each a tiny spectrum—rising
from the goblet of grey wine.
They sway, changing directions
constantly—like a school of playful fish,
or like the sheer curtain
on the window to another world.

Ah, grey sacrament of the mundane!

—Al Zolynas

[RetroLounge]

1. nice...

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

2. It's...how I feel. (grinds teeth)

But I'm trying to make the best of it.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear BlueIris!

Poetry....in a soapy wineglass!

I like this one a lot!

This has opened my mind to the infinite possibilities of a superbly-crafted poem...

Thank you!

:hug:

[BlueIris]

4. Superbly crafted poems change our world.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.

[Radio_Lady]

6. Gorgeous imagery! Thanks, BlueIris.

From Radio Lady on the Big Island of Hawaii...

I can't wait to come back to Portland.

I am itching and scratching my eyes and throat because of VOG... volcanic air pollution. The air and clouds are a disgusting gray. This air situation has positively ruined my fun since we arrived.

Oahu and Kauai were good, but I miss my home... and my own sink and dishes!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vog

Good night and good luck!

[BlueIris]

7. Awwww, thanks, Radio_Lady.

Come on back to us.

[Radio_Lady]

8. We're flying out Thursday and I'll be out of the VOG...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vog