Monthly Archives: October 2013

Explanations

I can explain why there are dozens
of dead earthworms on our drive.
I can explain, although it hurts,
why pets are so short lived.
I can try to explain,
without much success,
a grandmother you will
barely remember.
I can explain, or at least reiterate
what I have been taught,
the stories of death in the Bible.
But, no, child. I cannot explain
why your classmate died
with no mother living at home,
and a father’s bite marks on his arms.

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I feel I should apologize for the brutality of the ending,
and I am sure this is not what Victoria had in mind when
asking for a “poem for a child” at dVerse,
but this is what happened 
last weekend.

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Nothing to Say

She waits,
through a moment where time
crawls — tentacles of kudzu creep
under fences, bricks disintegrate
on a vacant building, trash
accumulates in alleys, no one
notices as death cheats closer —
and everything hangs
in the balance.
Nothing is said as words become
an amalgam of gravel and glue
in my mouth. She waits,
then turns away.

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For the Sunday Whirl

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Life in a Museum

The crowds are drawn to the front rooms,
footsteps echoing off the marble floors
with the muffled voices of awed visitors.
I never took to the idea of a new exhibit
in a museum, the idea being contradictory,
and the care taken to clean and arrange
the remains of history borders on the absurd.
I prefer the back rooms, the ones behind
closed doors where the tourist never go,
places where I can delve among the cobwebs
and the dust, to dwell upon the past still
uncovered in the relics and bones. True
history lies in the stuff not whisked away
by the archaeologist’s brush, the dirt you
can get beneath your fingers, the debris
you breath in while trying to smell lost
memories and dreams. I often stay here
so long I become like the mummies interred
in the storage drawers; dusty skin the color
of old parchment — too brittle to touch —
eyes eternally open while seeing nothing,
a voice locked in the vault of time. Every
puff of dust reveals an ancient answer,
and another reason for asking questions.

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Margo Roby asks us to build a museum,
as usual, I strayed off course.

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Putrid Memory

When
I smell
her perfume
there is no joy,
like a rotting fish can spoil a sea breeze.

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In response to Robert Brewers call for a ‘Fishy’ poem
and Poetic Bloomings asking for the use a the Tetractys form
Shared at Poets United

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Phil’s Spaghetti

It is a story I have heard many times,
the trials and errors of tying to recreate
a friends spaghetti sauce. Mom asked
him many times for the recipe — he did
try and tell her once, but no, that did not
work — until he finally agreed … to let
her watch. You see, he had this nasty habit
of not writing anything down,
an Italian heritage giving him
the instincts for perfect measurement
every time.
The first attempt we do not discuss —
a bitter, inedible mess — the second
we ate, but it was not right.
There were a multitudes of iterations
to follow, varying quantities of bay
leaf and cloves, onions and garlic,
time and patience. Each time
we would hear “its ok, but its not Phil’s.”
We came to know it by smell
and looked forward to spaghetti Sundays,
and she came to take pride in her
own version that she always called
‘Phil’s Spaghetti.”
I have the recipe in the spiral notebook
she gave me when I moved away,
but we usually start with sauce
from a jar and doctor it a bit
to make it good enough, accepting
the trade off between available time
and spectacular results, and knowing
there are some legends you should
not try to emulate.

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Judged

You do not know me,
and make no effort to try,
instead choosing to be ruled
by unreasonable fear.
You judge me by appearance
and another’s reputation.
Perhaps, instead, you could
examine my life independent
of others of my kind,
and judge me by how
and who I love rather
than how you hate.

 

for the image prompt at The Mag
be sure and check out the image

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Maps

Above all,
we seek purpose,
direction and affirmation,
seeking guidance from the signs
along the way,
mistrusting of those trying
to place us on the right path.
Most often we ignore
the simplest of truths:
even the best of maps
are useless
when the destination is unclear.

 

for the image prompt at Poetic Bloomings 

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