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Across the breakfast table…


You sit, absorbed in another thick spy intrigue murder mystery political uprising story with just enough sex in it to keep you checking the this-has-all-the-right-ingredients tick box, designating the author as a best seller, stellar tale-teller who makes lots of money writing. His books fill your shelves to prove it.  We had to get rid of some last year to just make room for more.

Meanwhile I reside here on my chair with a fifty-page volume, so slender it could be mistaken for a magazine – if only it was taller, wider and the cover more flimsy than it is now. My book is one of only two that the poet ever published before he died. I need never worry about running out of room for his books or becoming bored with the same shape, plot and characters that, reworked one hundred and one different ways, receive new names and settings in each predictable story.

There you, enmeshed with the pages of your New York Times book-of-the-week, engaged with fast-paced heros and caricatured characters – thinner than the paper that holds their names – eat cereal and read, oblivious of my thoughts or even aware that I share the table with you, along with the salt, napkins and sugar bowl. I bet my poet would have written about the bowl; how the lid always drops sweet crumbs on the table; how I carefully wipe them up, look at you and smile.

Photo courtesy of Diane Waldron

4 Thursday Poets Rally week 28

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Twenty Words – Poetry Workshop with Quinton Duval


 

Take a moment to listen between the missing lines

Hear your heart as the beats count down

pulsing under scars that whisper

I’m still here.

Are you really, deeply listening?

Through cracked pane of window glass

the clang, clang of train rumbles past

in competition and your mind chases iron tracks.

Scratching pens on poets’ pads,

a cough, a sigh, a noisy worry,

a tall red drum rests in the corner silent

Yet even that – the lack of drumming, distracts

Take a moment and relax.

Can you hear those ten words or better, twenty?

The ones that if you had to choose

you could not live without?

Now – Focus

Jot them down quickly

Don’t judge them, let them fall

like scattered cells of finished skin:

children, laughter, thunder, rain, mountain, feathers, silver bark, lovers, sunlight,

autumn, meadows, spring, elk, green, home, blue, horse, gold, stream

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