lux

Yeah,

you might call me arranging my coat hangers by color,

loneliness. Or the way

I shake the salt in piles

like grapes of dead ants. And

everywhere I turn a smooth , shiny surface

appears out of nowhere.

Pledge, or mock-heroism,

the wayward side of the HP

printer

even the twinkle of formica

has the kitchen singing,

bowing, balancing and toe pointing

to a mirror

diminished by light.

When you came back the last time

before the time your father died

and you needed a tough shoulder to pull

down knee high,

I felt like the wet glove

you shake off in winter, till the fingers finally

let loose their cold, showy white

like saxifrage

or hydrangea

from someone else's tended garden.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Tis perhaps,. how one fills time when alone, how minutae become a temporary cure to loneliness. Then when the other, the beloved, brings home the outside grey.. the palette alters, emotions change. as does the mental and physical weather. Perhaps.

You thread thoughts very gently but nudge distinctly!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when she needs him, she comes back...he tends to her...and winds up the lonely gardener....

something like william carlos williams here ----he is her shoulder when needed, but she brushes him off when she feels independent enough not to need him.

this reminds me of me....some relationships in which i needed to feel needed so i put up with what i probably should not have.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much for the kind words Jacob........Is it Monday again already? dana

[Clara]

The last two stanzas really got to me.
Wonderfully emotive, Dana.

One of my favourites.

[WriteUpThere]

"When you came back the last time/before the time your father died" i read those hauntingly beautiful words over and over again and cried. Sometimes there is poetry even within a poem; lines that just stand out because of their unusual word order that like a yield sign or speed bump makes you slow down and take notice. Poems like yours is why I love poetry.

[h d e rushin]

Beautiful review my friend....Thanks again for stopping by.....dana

[Delmar Cooper]

I get the feeling duty might smell like this, if it had a smell and I such a nose.

[Terpsichore]

Illuminating, in more ways than one. T

[JC]

I got this feeling of someone in a pristine place where it all was just not enough, not for her fiery soul...I got this Image of a woman patting a guy on the back and sayin' it's all good and wondering at how people get so emotional and drop it all on others...I got this idea that beautiful things always came from somewhere else and went away after awhile. You're my Burroughs sometimes, you're a subconscious painter....

[james miles]

"you shake off in winter, till the fingers finally
let loose their cold, showy white
like saxifrage
or hydrangea
from someone else's tended garden."
I love it...very beautiful.

[The Twin Arenas]

loneliness. Or the way

perfect.

[Ed Hart]

we are so fortunate to have you in our midst