Chicago Stories is introducing a new feature: Chicago Writers & Poets with new works by Chicagoans who bring their personal perspectives to the Chicago experience. I’ve been involved in writing groups and classes for a number of years and continue to meet and read the work of those who are capturing in words their unique take on Chicago life. I’ve been having so much fun I just want to share some of that with all of you. And I’ll be sneaking in some of my stuff, too.
A poem by Ilze Vitands.
QUOTH MY BODY
By Ilze Vitands
Once inside a kitchen cluttered,
at the counter there I uttered
over many a sauce and condiment bottle
and knives with vinyl grips.
Here I paused in reverence, asking,
my body’s wisdom thus unmasking,
after so much multi-tasking,
What refreshment here equips?
Of the best and healthy choices?
What food here shall pass my lips?”
Quoth my body, “Eat some chips.”
Ah, distinctly I remember
my reaction, this dissembler!
How my wise and knowing body could retort and be so flip?
So I spake, “I am mishearing.
Surely you would not be steering
me to such unworthy leering
at that yellow plastic clip
holding closed this bag of Ruffles?
“Truly, this food I should skip!”
Quoth my body, “Onion dip.”
Presently, with virtue stronger,
hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “No, wait..Madam, you must see
this weakness has to stop.
Do you not have resolution?
Stand against your own pollution!
Respect the eons of evolution
that will crumble from this slop!
Imbibe some purest mineral water!
Eat the green and leafy crop!”
Quoth my body, “Drink some pop.”
“Be that then our words of parting!
Exercise I will be starting.
Hoist me hence from my apartment!
To the vast Lake Michigan Sea!
There I’ll run along the paving,
End this self-destructive craving!
My own soul I will be saving!
Breathe the air so deep and free!
I’ll run until my sweat
doth fill my eyes so I can’t see!
Quoth my body, “Watch TV.”
So my body, glad in quitting,
still is sitting, still is sitting.
Watching reruns of Green Acres,
sharing pork rinds with the cat.
But in the dark before each dawning,
I plot afresh against each scorning
Repeating every doctor’s warning,
Every warning falling flat.
“Won’t you heed my wisdom, body?
Make some effort? Lose some fat?”
Quoth my body, “Screw all that.”
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Quoth My Body was pulished previously in the Journal of Ordinary Thought. Ms Vitands writes as a member of the Neighborhood Writing Alliance.