Mary Ruefle

(1952 / Allegheny County, Pennsylvania)

The Daze - Poem by Mary Ruefle

It was one of those mornings the earth seemed
not to have had any rest at all, her face dour
and unrefreshed, no particular place-- subway,
park-- expressed sufficient interest in present circumstances
though flowers popped up and tokens
dropped down, deep in the turnstiles. And from
the dovecots nothing was released or killed.
No one seemed to mind, though everyone noticed.
If the alphabet died-- even the o collapsing, the l
a lance in its groin-- what of it? The question
'krispies, flakes or loops?'-- always an indicator of
attention-- took a turn for the worse, though crumpets
could still be successfully toasted: machines worked,
the idiom death warmed over was in use. By noon,
postage stamps were half their width and worth
but no one stopped licking. Neutrinos passed,
undetected. Corpulent clouds formed in the sky.
Tea was served at four. When the wind blew off a shingle
or two, like hairs, and the scalp of the house began
to howl, not a roofer nailed it down. That was that.
When the moon came out and glowed like a night light
loose in its socket, no one was captious, cautious or wise,
though the toes of a few behaved strangely in bed--
they peeped out of the blankets like insects' antennae,
then turned into periscopes scouting to see
if the daze that was morning had actually managed to doze.


Comments about The Daze by Mary Ruefle

  • (11/7/2016 9:04:00 PM)

    Loved
    Loved reading this beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. And of course, congrats on being selected poet of the day! -
    Unnikrishnan E S
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  • Bill Cantrell (11/7/2016 5:44:00 PM)


    A pleasure to read this wonderful work (Report) Reply

  • Dorina Neculce (11/7/2016 2:41:00 PM)


    Please pray for the florist Marieko
    who wraps roses in a paper cone then punches the wrong code.

    very nice
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  • Dorina Neculce (11/7/2016 2:36:00 PM)


    When the moon came out and glowed like a night light
    loose in its socket, no one was captious, cautious or wise,
    (Report) Reply

  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (11/7/2016 11:55:00 AM)

    The Daze
    A beautiful poem.Congratulation being member of the day
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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  • Seamus O' Brian (11/7/2016 11:49:00 AM)


    So colorfully inventive. A jaunty ride to nowhere, each bump and jostle engagingly enjoyable. (Report) Reply

  • Earnest Gatuma (11/7/2016 11:03:00 AM)


    Simply flourishing, amazing and beautiful..... (Report) Reply

  • Partha Pratim Goswami (11/7/2016 9:07:00 AM)


    I find it most unconventional and extraordinary.Beautiful piece of creation (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/7/2016 2:45:00 AM)

    Corpulent
    In its socket! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (11/7/2016 12:28:00 AM)

    The Daze
    This poem should have been called 'The Gaze'. As it wanders from scene to scene gazing everywhere. I found the poem did hang together. +10

    Robert
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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