Skip to content

Posts from the ‘Poetry’ Category

Nannie’s House

Funny how my thoughts somehow
drew themselves to her bathroom.

It seems a place I once read about,
its memory is so far distant,
and not the place whose particulars
I contemplated often at that time.

I can actually see the coldness
I felt there in winter,
through the floor,
in the lukewarm bath water,
resting on that cold porcelain sink;
It was all so old, even then.

And there was always the crocheted frog,
on his lily pad in yarn water
that covered the lid of the toilet.

But I never think of it these days…

A wonder,
since in this one moment of remembrance,
it bursts forth and embodies that whole place,
the entire memory of my existence there.

Then suddenly I realize the
presence of all those rooms,
and the attic where we sometimes played,
and I know their individual potential
for recalling my childhood are great.

I see the vagueness of a porch
with jars and cans and plants.

I know the kitchen,
and the wood stove we
dressed in front of

in the cold morning,
the table we made cookies on,
her freezer against the back wall,
and the counter where I played my
new radio the day after Christmas.

Then the living room,
where two chairs sit and wait,
and granddaddy longlegs crawl the wall;
in the floor is a box fan to lay in front of
on a long summer day;
and there’s a soft and saggy couch
just right for staying up all night to watch tv.

Here’s the room I would stay in
where I lie awake,
and thought and dreamed,
and saw the sun rise the next morning.

There’s Grandpop’s doorway and
I can see his spirit facing it,
sitting on the side of the bed,
smoking cigarettes and just as drunk
as his body was when it lived there.

At the end of the hall I find her room
where she and Becca slept when we stayed;
inside is the dresser with her girdles in
the top drawer, those earrings, Wind Song,
and I borrow her cross necklace to
wear to church in the morning.

unexpected

t-shirts,
I could never make this up.

t-shirts?
It’s not what I imagined.

In the back of my mind
was moonlight and soft breezes,
walking and talking till dawn,
maybe a glance across a crowded room…

And now I find myself weak-kneed
by the smell of cotton.

.

Dust

.

I gaze upon the room,
and lifetimes spent here
shift across my vision.

I cross the creaking
floorboards, hay-covered,
and open spaces gape up
at me like some wide
and toothless grin.

I grope along walls
all newsprint papered,
fingers peeling back
a layer of years,
and the yellowed records
of days gone by
leave 
their handprints on me.

I breathe in the dust
of so many lives past,
and their memories,
floating 
in the air around me,
swirl ‘round and then,
catching in some slanted ray,
shine one still moment
and flutter silent
to the ground.

.

What’s in a Word?

just words

words that I like

words that sound like what they are

words that sound like they taste

words that roll off the tongue

words that are a feast, in and of themselves

orange

enamoured

cool

quinine

hush

pulsating

rhythmic

devine

if you’re a writer of any kind

you know the power of words

not just their meanings

but their structure

how long they are or short they are

or easily comprehended

or hard to digest

Righteous

brittle

colloquial

sob

thunderous

M’s bring your voice down like the mumbled murmurs of a murderous mob

S’s are sssslinky and sssslithery and they sssslide down your gullet

gullet – now that’s a good word

Z’s are more zingy and zippy and even a bit zesty

they’re zealous and so full of zeal

violet

velocity

vindictive

vicious

vociferous

V’s are so very very vivacious!

eviscerate

wretched

absinthe

incinerate

loath

why are so many words I like creepy

harbor

grace

tadpole

elation

how is it that a few simple words can

brighten my mood or make me feel good

or make me feel better about myself

quill

fortitude

brazier

scrumptious

quiver

bulbous

some words are fun to say

and some are fun to mean

flatulence

transient

rhubarb

gelatinous

sensual

lugubrious

words are flexible and versatile

and interpretive and so powerful

even though they’re just words

.