'The Frozen Pea' or 'A Brief Encounter With God'
by Katerina T Nix
We ride 60kms an hour along Myrtle Street.
1 Corner Store
2 Milk Bars
And a house.
Awaiting the horses and the maids on the path.
Ah, the immutable urge of man
to find those Milk Bar doors that hold
the sphere of spheres.
-That home of perfect Night-
I suspect she awaits us
The perfect frozen pea resting
in her soft, pale palm.
She will give us but a moment
to behold it - round and green.
Eternal, one, whole and imperishable.
Then we must return
to the rage of Barnard Street and
carry on until the end of days.
Time will not wait for us,
for it never was.
Author's Note: It's time to accept that there is no "not". :)
Posted on 03/05/2009
Copyright © 2022 Katerina T Nix
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 03/05/09 at 03:47 PM|
I saw this title in the recently posted column and thought "I must read that" and I'm really glad I did. Absolutely beautiful.
|Posted by Mark Stone on 03/05/09 at 11:00 PM|
ah yes, the mystical frozen pea...thanks Kat. I like it, though I am not sure if not is not, or if not is, I'll have to think about that over some pea soup maybe:)
|Posted by Graeme Fielden on 03/06/09 at 02:26 AM|
ah, the magic of a moment... it's amazing what the mind can conjure when you choose to look at something normal from a slightly different perspective. nice work, kat. 2 big thumbs up! :)
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/12/09 at 03:05 PM|
Fascinating piece - the structure gives it a sense of briefness also. I love the idea of a perfect frozen pea, and those last two lines take me out of my routine human head.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/14/10 at 02:25 AM|
I have fallen in love with the imagery in this piece. It's got freshness and movement. I could feel the words move as my eyes copied them to my memory. Very good form.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/21/11 at 03:44 PM|
Realized I didn't know what a "milk bar" was. Now I do. Congrats on POTD!