I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

24 April 2018

and they stared at me

I licked a chalkboard in grade 2 -
puffed my cheeks like a chipmunk and blew out
exhaled the stale of ancient rocks
then clapped my hands against the thunderous lock
of my heart growing cold
chose the eraser thick with the cake
and licked it fingerbare to the bones
choking on numbers, letters, wordsback wards spelled
as if I knew in some particle of soul
chalk was ancient and I was dying young for old

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for Real Toads: An Antic Disposition

Kerry hosts and asks us to consider the madness of the month of frantic poeming, as well as madness as a theme, of course, inspired by it being The Bard's anniversary, birth and death. So we are to delve into the darkness of The Mind.

I could write about this for eons, I love this kind of topic, but I kept it simple ~ I'm frazzled for the fizzle, and of course, "late."

















image: public domain: by Diego Torres - Seven Sisters, East Sussex, England

note: of course, Blackboard chalk and Chalk are not exactly the same chemically, but they are family. And if you are of a certain age, you might remember the "magic" of being chosen to clean the blackboards, and trying to clean the erasers too. Talk about dust storm. And there is all kinds of "weird" attributable to what was permitted when it came to the rules and all of that shit of an era, way back in the days of 70's Catholic grade school etc. So the madness lives on in the lungs. 


6 comments:

  1. I was fascinated by the chalk board. Blind as a bat I would have to wait until everyone copied what they needed from it, and then I would walk back and forth with my nose pressed to it and then drop the lines on my tablet.

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    1. I recall a few in my classes, throughout those early years, who were as you - hovering like birds once we were done, or working on assignments .... it was altogether an odd time, thinking back on it now.

      Thanks for sharing your thoughts ๐Ÿƒ

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  2. I've heard of having to eat one's words, but not someone else's plus numbers, fractions, doodles, BILLY IS A BUTT-HOLE and so forth. I suggest you stick to pie--and not pi--from now on.

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    1. it was a really thing, like a chalkboard was a "holy shrine" - LOL - absolutely odd how adults reacted and we kids were like? what??

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  3. I think you knew true magic better than any of them!

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    1. cough cough be that as it may ... LOL - I didn't quite go as far as what was outlined in this little piece - but damn, pretty close. We did some fairly peculiar things as kids, but then, we mostly had our minds and running wild imaginations to play with ~ not all this high tech weird wizardry gizmo stuff.

      thanks for stopping in Rosemary ๐Ÿƒ

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.