Poem by Ann Tardiff
The night oozes a pale artificial light
That breeds and gathers and leaps off the ground,
Only to slither under my door at midnight
To wish me goodnight. Dreamers, unsound,
Gather fat, fat, thoughts to crystallize,
To shove into green bottles,
That get sent north to advise
The tumbleweeds waiting for Aristotle.
Eyes grow awake and dilate.
A camera zooms. Neither see
Pink sea foam and words that fail to participate
In the rustle of a slimy memory.
Black meets iris. The night leans forward to consider this:
Our roads- though rough- are endless.
About the Poet
Ann Tardiff is a graduate from the University of California, Santa Barbara. She now resides in Los Angeles and works at Television City. Ann is originally from Seattle and often travels between California and Washington.
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I love the mood and the word choice in this poem. Beautiful and haunting.
It’s a beautiful image you portray.
Nightmarish and beautiful, all at the same time. Really like this poem.
Like the colorful imagery in this one—pick sea foam and your use of the word fat. It’s all quite a delectable experience for the senses.