A Shayzen
He hadn't been there to see, and so didn't believe
in the empty, loss-scented envelopes
that arrived each day by post.
Each pastel,
each precious
as a past nursery rhyme.
He said, "you are excitable,
hysterical,
to believe we have a ghost."
And, my mind saw my womb
wandering waste
in the night.
This form is called a Shayzen poem. Combining the undisciplined, scattershot doubletalk of Fireblossom with the stingy, taciturn, snotty monosyllables of Mama Zen, this form has been hailed by the avant garde even as it has been panned by the literary establishment. The Shayzen can be used to get stains out of carpets, it can rid your dog of bothersome fleas and ticks, and can even be worn as a fragrance. Do not read Shayzens near an open flame. Talk to your doctor about Shayzens. It's our form. Eat your hearts out. You may now touch the hem of our garments.
For Open Link Monday at Real Toads
Monday, August 6, 2012
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
22 comments:
I love it! Especially as i'm as undisciplined as they come and chock full of scattershot!
I especially love the stanza of the mind seeing the womb.
That rocked!
And your description of the form was great. Like a good slap, sayin, "get with it!"
Love it.
Consider the hem touched.
Rick
I'll kneel down and kiss your ring, if I manage to stop laughing long enough.
Also hailed as the perfect antidote to the depressing beginning of a new week.
Very witty, smart-arsed and typical of the MZ I've come to know :)
I'll pass on kissing the hem of your skirt ;) But give you a round of applause. Clap! There. lol
Humor aside: I have never had a benign or a sympathetic ouija board presence
so I empathize with the opposition to "him" in the mind and womb that are present to the haunting and precious waste.
Haunting music too, children's laughter.
I adore shayzens:
light kiss on hem.
Deja vu all over again. I love the second stanza especially. (But my dog still has fleas...)
I'm another undisciplined one, but disciplined or not I never fail to find a smile, a grin, a tear in your poetry for the day!
I love the usefulness of the shayzen! and the verse cleans up as well! thankyou Mama Zen.
I love both incarnations: the snazzy FB font and the white on black no-nonsense script of MZ.
This is a speaking poem, one women will hear in their fibre.
Glad this poem is available at both your sites, as one profits from repeated readings. Wonderful imagery.
Shayzens... and I'm healed. Such a useful form. :)
def like the second and fourth stanzas...form poetry as healing...who would have thought...
Ditto what I said to Shay, plus what I didn't say: You two rock!
K
I specially like the second stanza...a new form to learn ~ whew ~
;-)
The Shayzen form is sure to become a classic...
Truly a tragic poem. Love the new form!
I'm wondering if she lost a baby that he doesn't know about---an abortion or a miscarriage perhaps. "He hadn't been there to see ..." I think this describes the pain and "haunting" that would follow a woman for the rest of her life after such a loss. The loss of a child ... pastels ... nursery rhymes ... the mind and the womb both wandering waste in the night, feeling empty and eternally missing what she's lost.
"loss-scented envelopes" is beautiful
Very cool MZ. Absolutely think the "disclaimer" at the end there is fantastic, really fun. Poem is really good too, even some Def Leppard added in there for fun. Great album too btw.
I find sadness in this poem....'loss-scented envelope' especially, which evokes a strong picture for me. I enjoyed your new form and your disclaimer.
got me some wine-stained carpet over here i could use some help with. thanks in advance.
I had to do a double take! Was oddly confused for a moment. This is indeed an enchanting tale. Eery, but you know we always run towards trouble!
{{eating my heart out as i type}}
LOVE this! i hope we see more Shayzens soon!!!
♥
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