Poeting

Getting in the habit of posting more often. Always subject to revision.  . .
Mercy

after a week of jury duty, a confession:
my mother feels pity. grand theft auto
felonious assault and sexual battery. guilty

on all counts. but mom sees his mother
in the galley sharing the conviction.
my aunt would hear none of it –

all mothers have a duty: where was she
while the crimes were committed? i wonder
if any watched Mary with the same concern?

———————-

uncertainty

Faith is a fine institution
For gentlemen who see

~ Emily Dickinson

amidst the peace be still of wind and waves
(rasped from beneath a half dreamt whisper,
the sleep still clinging to lids) He faced

us (who would watch the lame walk
and witness demons dispersed, but wonder
at this worrying of nature and

His): disappointment could be no more painfully
painted upon the face of an inconsolable child
or his fearful, frowning father.

Comments

7 Responses to “Poeting”

  1. Ryan Scott on February 19th, 2008 5:09 pm

    I liked Mercy a lot. Gripping. Mind if I use it some time (with all due credit, of course)?

  2. MEH on February 19th, 2008 11:29 pm

    Uhm that depends. What for? Also it’s not published yet, and still subject to change.

  3. Ryan Scott on February 20th, 2008 10:37 pm

    Nothing in print. I was thinking more along the lines of reading aloud. I like the way the last line pushes you from one train of thought to another. I could wait until you’re finished.

  4. MEH on February 21st, 2008 9:49 pm

    “Finished” is not really a state of being. Outloud reading is fine. Print, not so much.

  5. Ryan Scott on February 22nd, 2008 11:09 pm

    Print is for squares.

  6. MEH on February 24th, 2008 10:55 pm

    “Uncertainty” is about to SERIOUSLY change.

    “Mercy”: not so much.

  7. MEH on March 30th, 2008 5:21 pm

    uncertainty

    Faith is a fine institution
    For gentlemen who see
    ~ Emily Dickinson

    amidst the peace be still of wind and waves,
    He faced us (who would watch the lame walk

    and witness demons dispersed, but wonder
    at this worrying of nature and the root of

    His): disappointment was like an inconsolable child, or his fearful, frowning father.

    ~MEH

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