Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
With Both Our Terms Intact
The bay is a memory
Whose time is always now
Glowing greenish blue
Before rocks and sand
Slow in its inland intrusion
Into small beach towns
Where I fish the unknown
Green line on a stick
Taste familiar cotton candy
Watch taffy pulled
Eat bread shaped
Like a rock.
I refuse to let the bay go
Even as I shelter
Myself from storms the bay brings
To my doorstep, mat, and mailbox.
I hear it pelting my shingles
Tapping at my dirty windows.
I don’t invite it in
Deciding to meet the wind
On its own terms; outside
Where it washes my old desires
Causing a yearn
From the skin to the inside
Filling me full of myths
The disbelief that shapes me
Stemming from a past
Lingering in the present
A linear fishing line
Dangling into the dark of the bay
And like you all
I decorate inside my basement
With old trophies, shoes,
Broken odds and ends,
Defunct tools of communication
My only glimpse of the beach town
Is through a window, distorted
A mirror of handed-down stories
That I scribble into sense, inside
The cracks of concrete walls
Trapped and freed
By the bay’s storm, I eat
The rest of the bread
Cotton candy and taffy.
Attempting to turn my water
Into a sweet reddish cherry drink
Held together by impenetrable
Veins, vessels, and arteries adhered
To bones the shape of rocks
Other towns dot the shoreline
With bays attached
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Reminds of my childhood down the shore.
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the curves at the end of this poem are delicious
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Thanks
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beautifully expressed. ..puts into words what I see and feel in my memory
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I love how atmospheric your writing is.
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What a poetic description of nostalgic memories forever alive in the recess of our minds! I enjoyed the read. 🙂
His love in my heart for all! thia/Basilia
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“The bay is a memory whose time is always now.” What a beautiful first line. I love it all.
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So Beautiful ! I could actually picture all of the things in my head. Makes me want to live there!
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You do, you just don’t know it
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so evocative. your mind plays with words, drops them on the page and leaves the readers caught, spellbound. fabulous writing! cheers, Debi
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Your images evoke my beach memories – some of the best of childhood. I’ve never stopped going there. Beautifully written,
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Oh, that is even more enticing!
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Elegantly expressed. I too lived by a beach and this revived memories. Your power of atmospheric expression evokes enduring images.
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Gorgeous interpretation of one’s relationship to their surroundings. We seldom stop to appreciate something so consequential as a body of water and its effects on our lives. Thanks for making a Floridian stop and think about his Peninsular life!
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Wow. Feel like I’m there!
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Words are better at painting other people’s memories than any photograph could ever convey.
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I’ve never actually been to the bay, but after reading this, I feel like I can picture it perfectly
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Beautiful story. One thing I find particularly great is your use of all senses, really draws me deeply in to the poem. Thank you very much 🙂
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I miss the coast so much and this made the longing even stronger. Gorgeous.
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Wonderful detail. Made me feel like I was there, which poems don’t often do. I love the shingles and the rain. Thanks for sharing!
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I loved “I don’t invite it in / Deciding to meet the wind / On its own terms”. Beautiful.
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