Submissions by marcella1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been at it for a long time and like e.e. cummings in his painting and poetry I cannot tell a good one from an inadequate one. I'm constantly confused, with makes my clarity so certain. My favorate motto:
Going Everywhere
1.
In the museum, square
short, you move slowly
from painting to painting.
2.
You hardly pause:
in an almost rapidly
eating gesture, like
a huge bag of popcorn.
3.
You fill the air of
amazement with laughter,
like the poster-smiler
who sits down and waits.
4.
You have memorized the
moment, almost like you
know when to stop. I
need to stop, too, because
you may even pick up something
handy, like a page of note paper.
5.
And then suddenly surprisingly I
find...
In the museum, square
short, you move slowly
from painting to painting.
2.
You hardly pause:
in an almost rapidly
eating gesture, like
a huge bag of popcorn.
3.
You fill the air of
amazement with laughter,
like the poster-smiler
who sits down and waits.
4.
You have memorized the
moment, almost like you
know when to stop. I
need to stop, too, because
you may even pick up something
handy, like a page of note paper.
5.
And then suddenly surprisingly I
find...
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Just Because It's Snowing
We are both in our
sixties, our bodies
growing strangely
and more vulnerable:
Is it time for our tonic yet?
Lipsmacking gusto
of making pancakes
out of seeming sediment:
sixty is only sixthly
or 120 divided by . . .
never mind:
you and I
can still dance.
sixties, our bodies
growing strangely
and more vulnerable:
Is it time for our tonic yet?
Lipsmacking gusto
of making pancakes
out of seeming sediment:
sixty is only sixthly
or 120 divided by . . .
never mind:
you and I
can still dance.
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Reconciliation
I confess:
not until I
met you did
I begin to feel
there was something
about the laundry
chute down which we
tumbled: the waterslide
landslide sheer descent
vertical dive headlong
fall, that cried out to
be encountered as you:
Just a second, please,
my cell phone may be
ringing. Would you
help me answer it?
not until I
met you did
I begin to feel
there was something
about the laundry
chute down which we
tumbled: the waterslide
landslide sheer descent
vertical dive headlong
fall, that cried out to
be encountered as you:
Just a second, please,
my cell phone may be
ringing. Would you
help me answer it?
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Other Women
1.
They have, somehow,
been your life all along,
you finally realized your
life had been a mirror
of her ways and her's and her's,
let us just use her to be simpler,
like the beginning of blossoming
grass: are your ways
the reflection, slightly perhaps,
different but with small tiny changes
time and fashion make? Do
you take her minute staccato
voice that modulates in a
different key to say what
can be said, appropriately?
2.
Winter here. We wish for spring,
even you...
They have, somehow,
been your life all along,
you finally realized your
life had been a mirror
of her ways and her's and her's,
let us just use her to be simpler,
like the beginning of blossoming
grass: are your ways
the reflection, slightly perhaps,
different but with small tiny changes
time and fashion make? Do
you take her minute staccato
voice that modulates in a
different key to say what
can be said, appropriately?
2.
Winter here. We wish for spring,
even you...
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The Sum of the Sun
Something inconsolable
incontinent insurmountable
in you
looks me in the eye,
like the sun flashing off a
rainy wetland chamber:
and,
something ironical too:
as though we could warm
ourselves, even as we talked
down the road together.
incontinent insurmountable
in you
looks me in the eye,
like the sun flashing off a
rainy wetland chamber:
and,
something ironical too:
as though we could warm
ourselves, even as we talked
down the road together.
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The Number
She took the bulky
cellular phone
with its heavy, over-bearing
battery pack from the floor of the
truck she knew from repeated trials
that reception was poor out here
and required a powerful set even so
making a connection was a matter of
trial and error she switched on the
receiver and checked the power
indicator about, almost 80% that
should be enough putting her hand on
her knee she squeezed herself
painfully until her knee bled and dialed
his number.
cellular phone
with its heavy, over-bearing
battery pack from the floor of the
truck she knew from repeated trials
that reception was poor out here
and required a powerful set even so
making a connection was a matter of
trial and error she switched on the
receiver and checked the power
indicator about, almost 80% that
should be enough putting her hand on
her knee she squeezed herself
painfully until her knee bled and dialed
his number.
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So Quickly
And then it seemed perfect
your wisps of slightly dark brown hair
too short but enchanting as the light
in your bedroom turned red and your
face became the moon to my earth: your
bare shoulder like a swan's curve and
our bodies touching like folded wings:
this almost painted musical moment
neither of us will ever remember.
your wisps of slightly dark brown hair
too short but enchanting as the light
in your bedroom turned red and your
face became the moon to my earth: your
bare shoulder like a swan's curve and
our bodies touching like folded wings:
this almost painted musical moment
neither of us will ever remember.
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