"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.


Polly Alice

Saturday, November 12, 2016

teacher

driving home from the first class
something changed
the feeling broke

maybe there was the truth
in what I want to do
talk about words

unpack them like suitcases
share them, unfold them
into wings so they can 
fly

November 8/8

It's like waking up to
a gorilla in your house. He'll
break the dishes, and use
your toothbrush to comb
between his toes. 

November 7/7

It's like waking up and
hearing your children
are being taken away from you.
by violence, starvation,
or being sent off to a war
created by filling in ovals
with dry ball point pens. 

November 6/6

It's like waking up
and finding out the planet
only has 30 years to live.
When the oceans go.
What will we breathe?

November 5/5

It's like waking up
after a one night stand
only to find you've been
demoted garbage. Woman.
third class citizen, door mat.
Permanent object for use.

November 4/4

It's like waking up and
finding out it will be
always winter and
never Christmas.

November 3/3

It's like waking up and
a thick cloud covers the earth
it's made up of navy blue hatred
with lightning that strikes
the pit of my stomach and
sometimes my heart.
In my brain it's raining
and the rain says, you will
never be okay again.