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My friend Tina Blue has written all kinds of useful articles about the craft of writing. One of them, Active Voice vs. Passive Voice, made me think about passivity (an acknowledged problem in my life). I wondered, "How passive could I possibly be?" That question inspired this morning's poem. Don't worry; this isn't my life. Well, sometimes parts of it are. It is a caricature.

~~~~

    Lives were lived

    Sparrows were heard
      quarreling on the window sill
        behind an air conditioner.

    A sunbeam was felt
      distantly, through glass
        on pale skin barely warm.

    A bearded man walking his dog
      was noted
        by disembodied eyes.

    Pedestrians were observed
      waiting at the busstop
        or at the corner
          for traffic seen to pass.

    The kind of weather
      was betrayed by clothing
        of the many passersby

    was rarely felt
      except when the mailbox
        was checked

      or a trip to the corner store
        was made

      for milk or a can of soup,
        things needed.

    On a cutting board
      at the kitchen window
        the potato being cubed
          by disembodied hands

    was later eaten
      without hint of salt or herb
        by disembodied lips
          and teeth clattering in their space.

    Meanwhile a letter from a parent
      was briefly scanned
        by a disillusioned mind,
          inserted in the envelope again
            and thrown away.

    Another evening was endured.
      A telephone message went unanswered.
        TV was watched.

    An ex-lover was despised.
      A cat was kicked.
        The clattering teeth were brushed.

    The light was turned out.
      For a while traffic was still perceived
        whining through the street below.


    Somewhere else
      another room, barely lit
        was occupied
          by someone's pubescent daughter.

    There were problems at school.
      A test had been failed.
        In the yard at noon a fight had been fought.


    In the occupied room
      some tears were shed.


~~~~

I'm having trouble formatting these verses. Inserting spaces before the lines doesn't work. I used the "ul" code to create indents, but it also created paragraph breaks where I don't want them. The poem is supposed to be all one verse down to "whining through the street below," then a break and a new verse down to "fight had been fought," and finally another break before the last two lines. If anyone knows where I can find some tips on how to format poetry for this site, please tell me.

Re: passive!

Date: 2003-04-17 09:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vaneramos.livejournal.com
Thanks Elis. That "eerie feeling" is exactly what I imagined while reading Tina's article (the phrases about disembodies body parts actually come from her amusing footnotes), and that's what I hoped to achieve in this poem. I am pleased by your comments.

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