Poetry Monday: Time Always Leaves but Never Goes Away

And then I arrived – 
I don’t know how I got there
Or where I came from
But I was there

Teacups melted time away
Drinkers mumbled some nonsense
A girl spun round and round
Or was she dancing – 
A tree grew from the face
With trinkets hanging and dangling – 
A rodent or some such looked my way

“What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking.” Said I.

“Why would you do an awful thing like that?”

I didn’t answer – 
The girl stopped spinning
She looked up toward the tree
Then she looked at me
A tree arm gently raised her up
And she became a dangling trinket
The rodent spoke again

“I never said that, and you know it.”

Time melted into pools of paint
So many colors – 
The rodent and the trinkets didn’t notice
Pools of paint climbed up everything
The things melted as time had
The face from which the tree grew
Had gone with time – 
It was the face of time

Only I remained
Pools of paint crawling toward me – 
Where had time gone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis. Inspired by the paintings for “Alice in Wonderland” by Salvador Dali. Click here to see them all.

Mad Tea Party by Salvador Dali

Sunday Sharing: Sylvia Plath

This week’s Sunday Share is “A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem” by Sylvia Plath. A different take on Alice in Wonderland, Plath is a master of imagery and metaphor. I have found that much of my own writing is similar. I do not claim to be as skilled as Plath. More of her work can be found at The Best Poems Encyclopedia among many other poets.

A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem

I’m through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;
methinks I shall absent me for a while
from rhetoric of these rococo queens.
Item : chuck out royal rigmarole of props
and auction off each rare white-rabbit verb;
send my muse Alice packing with gaudy scraps
of mushroom simile and gryphon garb.
My native sleight-of-hand is wearing out :
mad hatter’s hat yields no new metaphor,
and jabberwock will not translate his songs :
it’s time to vanish like the cheshire cat
alone to that authentic island where
cabbages are cabbages; kings : kings.

Plath, Sylvia. “A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem.” The Best Poems Encyclopedia, The Best Poems Encyclopedia, 14 Jan. 2019, www.best-poems.net/sylvia-plath/sorcerer-bids-farewell-seem.html.