[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEMS
- From: John McCreery <john.mccreery@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2009 09:12:05 +0900
Mike, you write like this. You have not lived in vain.
John
On Mon, Jun 15, 2009 at 2:18 AM, Mike Geary <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
> THREE LINERS
>
> How many times I've died, I can't recall,
> but my body keeps going on,
> dragging me through dutiful days.
>
> I wake in a startle in the middle of the night
> not knowing why, what was it? All is quiet.
> Maybe that. Yes, probably so, the terrible quiet.
>
> My granddaughter looked at the back of my hands,
> said: "You're an old man, Granddaddy."
> I kissed her head. "Yes," I said, "I'm as old as my Dad."
>
> My long-time lover looked at me quizzically, smiled.
> I had said something that surprised her.
> OK, then, I'm still alive.
>
> Where I live, live 14 feral cats.
> I used to think that something had to be done about that.
> Now I feed them.
>
> Straight wind storm. Winds of 80 miles per hour.
> Century old oaks weighing 50 tons ripped up
> like garden carrots. So puny my emotional life.
>
> If I could talk to Jesus, what a lecture I'd give him.
> All anyone wants of life is not to have lived in vain.
> Gnosis is the mostest when it doesn't know it knows it.
>
> I watched my mother die ingloriously on a mechanical bed.
> She who shaped me so delicately with her rages and humor and curiosity.
> I despise that last image of her, being made to breathe, she who was breath
> to me.
>
> I watch my children with a guilty conscience.
> The oldest turns forty soon. Adults with lives of their own.
> I should have done more for them. I should have been someone else.
>
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> Mike Geary
> Memphis
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John McCreery
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Tel. +81-45-314-9324
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