Creative Wednesdays – What Remains

I normally don’t post mid-week, but I thought I might start doing it once in a while. You all know I write this weird-ass blog, and that I write novels. I’ve posted some of the short stories I’ve had published in the past in different literary mags, but what you might not know is that I also write poetry. It’s not very good poetry, and I don’t submit it anywhere because it’s not really what the lit mags are looking for, I don’t think, but I like doing it anyway. So today, I’m posting this piece I wrote over the last couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy it. I showed it to Ken and he said, “…Interesting” and then I showed it to Kate and she thought it was about fish migrating. IT’S NOT. Anyway, take from it what you will.

What Remains

We speed along the black river
The wires on shore buzzing
And cutting into our flesh
Across the distance
Full of secrets.
We hide on the water
Tight to the bank
Where the towers can’t see us.
You tell me to slow down
“The faster we go
The more noticeable we are.”

 We race along the black road
Through pine and spruce
And hard rock
Whispering our names.
The tar sticks to our tires
Melting the treads.
Up ahead the wires spit
And crackle out a signal.
You tell me to veer left
“This way is safe.
Drive until dawn.”

 We sift through the black sand
Not on a beach
But in a desert
Hidden under an ocean of stuttering stars.
With desperate hands
We pull conch shells from its depths
And then bones.
They are our bones
The bones of our parents
And the bones of our children.
You tell me to gather them up in my arms
And fill my pockets.
“We’re home.”

48 thoughts on “Creative Wednesdays – What Remains

  1. Oh Suzanne, your poetry far surpasses good. This took my breath away, truly. I especially love the entire last section, but the whole thing speaks to me on so many levels. It feels like a dream, but also solid. This is the kind of poetry that I love, the kind that finds and uses the beauty and the magic of language. It is about the words that make the images so breathtaking. Please submit, to any journal you love, to any journal that publishes work that speaks to you.

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  2. Well it’s no “Man from Nantucket…” JK! I think it is great! You should feel proud of it.

    On another note, why can’t I get your books in Kindle format? I live in a digital world, and I’m a digital girl, er boy.

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    • Thank you😊. Biggest influence is probably T.S. Eliot—“Marina” is possibly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read, and Prufrock is brilliant. I also love Yeats, and a Canadian poet named Lorna Crozier.

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      • Would it surprise you to know I’m familiar with Crozier? I majored in English with an emphasis on poetry, although I don’t keep up with it like I used to. There’s some great literature coming out of Canada.
        And good art too. I understand there’s now a statue of Bob and Doug McKenzie in Edmonton.

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  3. Do you include poems in your novels, as character contributions? I’ve done that, songs too. It’s like a sneaky way to write poetry.

    White sheets, crimson stained,
    their folds adorning wheeled beds,
    hide collapsing hills,
    which sigh their final sigh.

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  4. Not a thing wrong with this, it’s very well written. There are so many online publications out there (not to mention small press), and I’m sure it could find a good home. I think there’s a considerable appetite for poetry and good writing these days. People need something substantial to consider, not just Netflix binge-watching. At least that’s my hope. 🙂

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  5. love seeing yet another lovely side to you, Suzanne! btw, have lately been only posting mid-week, mornings — & has made quite a difference — stats show that most folks check their social media on work days, during lunch…

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