Only Reason Is Invisible

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  “Invisible”  (posted by Merrill)

“One might argue that it’s the poet’s job to make the invisible visible through our words—to make us see a love in a star, or to make us smell a rose that exists only in the poet’s mind. But today I want to explore that idea more explicitly.

There are things that our naked eyes cannot see—light rays, bacteria, faraway planets—and there are things we do not see because we don’t look up or down or around. We often do not see the homeless or the people who clean houses, offices, and streets, or those who do menial labor. I found this poem by Renato Rosaldo who writes of being one of the invisible: “I’m one of the invisible living among the notable.”

Perhaps you want to think about the paranormal—ghosts, spirits, poltergeists, and all the things that go bump in the night (or day). We may sense them, but not see them. Perhaps your smile lingers while you become invisible like the Cheshire Cat? Perhaps you have a cloaking device, like on Star Trek? Or are you a spy using invisible ink?

Being invisible can be a metaphor, or it can lead us to imagine new pleasures, horrors, or adventures. What would you do if you were invisible?”

A ghost is passé
lost in the fray
of gremlins, goblins,
and poltergeists, all
clamoring for attention
in their own special ways.

Pick any explanation
you like for a dish
sailing `cross the room,
shattering into shards.
Aunt Martha inherited
these dishes thought
merited, but she hated
their color and fragility.
She is making them go away.

Piano music threads through
the house. The piano
is invisible. However,
Uncle Stanley could play,
so sad when new owners
gave it away. He still
plays.

Never question joy
entering your house.
If hats and teacups
amass on the table,
somewhere a tea
is being hosted.
Can’t you hear
the faint laughter?

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Only Reason Is Invisible

  1. robtkistner says:

    I love the witty way you dealt with invisibility here Sara, wonderful! Aunt Martha really did not like those dishes… 😉

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  2. Gina says:

    conjures up all those scary movies i have seen, lovely work Sara

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  3. V.J. Knutson says:

    A delightful take on this topic. I love the distant (haunting) laughter.

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  4. Grace says:

    This scene will surely scare me…but if its a movie, I will smile when hats and teacups are flying around.

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  5. msjadeli says:

    I like the whimsical way you describe them; just part of the scenery….

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  6. sanaarizvi says:

    This is deliciously dark and spooky!! ❤️

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  7. lynn__ says:

    Best warn guests to duck!

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  8. merrildsmith says:

    This was so much fun. I recently listened to the podcast “Spooked,” and I remember one or two where the person was this nonchalant about the resident ghost. I love the personalities you mention. 🙂

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  9. I wonder if aunt Martha will stay away when all the dishes are broken….

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