For Dee
Dee supplied the prompt: plastic plant days.Rivers Wanting
Babies in concert
concert babies
in love
in time
in tuna fish casseroling
days
plastic plants
casual trailer bliss
the knowing knows
the pastimes passed
we gather &
Detroit glistens
in the days &
nights of days
teena sangs
only you & I were there
the fitting
survive
the bells ring
casting joy down
the lanes
the racetracks of memory
grey matter retrieved
final capitulations
in the history
that regresses &
is not known
baby you would know
in the kneeling
the blessings regale
all the legs
of our leggy days
trailing blooms
across the rivers
signaling want
in our zany druthers
asking nothing
of our future dooms.
Labels: getting closer to my home
posted by murat11 at 11:22 AM
8 Comments:
I liked this one. There is a peace and contentment here that the one above it seems to be missing.
Teresa: Definitely trying for a different vibe. "Bitterroot" was written about five-six years ago, but it ends joyously.
Well, I'm glad to know that something turned those bitter waters sweet. Does it have a character named Mara?
oh man, add instant coffee in plastic mugs, play Mean Mistreater loud on the stereo and let me sit on the trailer steps watching sunset over the lake and I will be getting closer to my home for real. Have to go back and finish reading Bitterroot tomorrow afternoon after the festivities. For now I am sleep bound with the wind blowing and the snow flurrying - Christmas blessings and thanks for this - my present :)
Teresa: There's always a Mary somewhere; if memory serves, she shows up with an "elf" named Charlotte.
Dee: Sounds like there's some writing for you in those cups and steps and lake sunsets. De nada.
Check out Exodus Chapter 12. "Mara" is not Mary. Although the character named Mary with the elf named Charlotte certainly do make the bitter coffee sweet...or was it the rot gut wine?
T: Got the Mara tag: that's a name to play with in the future: nice to have it embedded in the story's title. When I lived in Idaho for six months, the Bitterroots were my favorite mountains, mainly, of course, for the name.
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