The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 2/9/2007)

[RetroLounge]

This Morning

As I drive into town
the driver in front of me
runs a stop sign.
A pedestrian pulls down his cap.
A man comes out of his house
to sweep the steps.
Ordinariness
bright as raspberries.

I turn on the radio.
Somebody tells me
the day is sunny and warm.
A woman laughs

and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.
I had forgotten, I was happy, I maybe
was humming "You Are My Lucky Star,"
a song I may have invented.
Sometimes a red geranium, a dog,
a stone
will carry me away.
But not for long.
Some memory or another of her
catches up with me and stands
like an old nun behind a desk,
ruler in hand.

Jo McDougall

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RL

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[Whoa_Nelly]

1. Beautiful poem

Speaks volumes for all who have moments that come crashing full force, like a storm into an ordinary day when suddenly reminded of someone dear who is no longer there.

Have had that moments like that.

Thanks for the poignant poem, Retro :hug:

[wildhorses]

2. there are some great lines in this one

my favorites:

bright as raspberries.
and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.


really paints a picture with these words. the loss of a child, so devastating.

thanks, rl