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.
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I liked Mercy a lot. Gripping. Mind if I use it some time (with all due credit, of course)?
Uhm that depends. What for? Also it’s not published yet, and still subject to change.
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.
“Finished” is not really a state of being. Outloud reading is fine. Print, not so much.
Print is for squares.
“Uncertainty” is about to SERIOUSLY change.
“Mercy”: not so much.
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