11.09.2006

Poetry Thursday--Abdications

This is a pretty old poem of mine that I think jibes fairly well with this week's theme over at Poetry Thursday. I know the lines are a little off, but remember, I'm a fiction writer, not a poet, and I just can't capture "the line" the way, say, Alan Dugan can. I do wish I could, though.

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The Pleasure of Ephemera

When I reach my lowest
I go to George’s

Antiques and look through
other people’s

abdications. Today,
I find a postcard:

two keystone cops asleep
on what looks like

a tomato. The message
reads: This place

is so exciting I found
two policemen sleeping

on the beet. Beneath the message,
Lizzie wrote to Clara,

Why don’t you come
and visit sometime

before she walked out of her house
in 1923 Murphysboro and made,

out of rose petals and the stems
of stargazer lilies, a ukulele

she played— while riding in
a wooden wheelbarrow—

every day the sun shone
like something

that had been lost
for days and then
suddenly found.

5 comments:

ren.kat said...

this is really strong. nothing to whimp out and play prose writer on account of ;-)

Dana said...

every day the sun shone
like something

that had been lost
for days and then
suddenly found.


What I would have given to have been the author of those lines. I'd say you've captured the line pretty well.

Chad Simpson said...

Thanks, Ren. It's hard for me not to wimp out.

And, Dana, you write lines better than those pretty much every week. But thank you.

Crafty Green Poet said...

well that's certainly a better poem than many self acclaimed poets could write so I'd say you're a poet too! I particularly like the ending.

Lisa said...

Great poem. I especially liked

two keystone cops asleep
on what looks like

a tomato. The message
reads: This place

is so exciting I found
two policemen sleeping

on the beet. Beneath the message,
Lizzie wrote to Clara,

Why don’t you come
and visit sometime

but then, I'm a sucker for corny jokes.