Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Fabric of Gee's Bend: Coveralls

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 Sewing a quilt. Gees Bend, Alabama Other Title: Jennie Pettway and another girl with the quilter Jorena Pettway

I miss you baby.
Seems like I cain’t get warm no more
and winter’s a comin on soon.
I didn’t think I’d make it this far
with you gone.
I wish I could still feel
the heat of the July day
you passed.
I try.
But I cain’t no more
You’re both gone.
A’times I miss you so much
 I feel like I’m gonna break
But then I look up
And still see that old dusty table
In front of me.
How many years we had that table?
Corn bread don’t taste the same off it.
Not so sweet in my mouth now.
I picked up your coveralls the other day.
I keep ‘em in that old trunk mama gave me.
They still smell like you,
your sweet sweat and tabacca
And the gin you’d sneak when you thought I wasn’t lookin’.
I needed a new blanket
but there just wasn’t enough for it.
So I took all your coveralls
And stitched ‘em--
I hope you don mind"
Into a blanket--
And covered myself in you,
So I can smell you and dream of you
Through the long winter.

  For more information about the quilts of Gee's Bend please go to quilts of Gee's Bend
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and posted for  Poets United Poetry Pantry #129

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Love's Glance #2

The heart tells the story
of years together
with episodes of laughter
sparkling with
the tears
of life's tiny tragedies

wrinkled with age
folded along lines unseen
for convenient transportation
in pocket
or purse

unfolded gently
in the wave 
of autumn's starry heat

warped by the tears
of dusty roads
unkempt tar
and the asphalt of many miles

unbound in love
worn with care
this heart
radiant still
with love and heat
found fresh in the careful glance
that tentative terrain
of love's perfect glance.

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Monday, December 5, 2011

The Notebook of Dreams

I had not intended to write this today
As the sun shines
Through waning days of autumn
I had thought to write
Or of my garden, overgrown
Or of my love for husband or daughters
Out of every pore
Loneliness crept out
Showing its face in decayed light
Not joy
Not even ever-defining chores
That surround and fill my day
But the loneliness
That seeps into
Crevices and bone
Making marrow of nights and days
In timely fashion
This was not what I asked for
Or maybe not
But nonetheless
It crowds my thoughts
And permeates my view
I am tempted to cry
The tears of resignation
But remain dry-eyed
In the face of this
My enduring legacy of fear
When I am no more
Will you have known
My secret heart
Will you have found this,
My secret notebook of dreams?

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posted for dverse 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

5 Minutes No Editing

Tempest turns within the eye
And marks those who move with it
Mark them by the turn of silvered key
And make them tremble in the wake of time

Circle the timbre of the rings of trees
O dryad of my soul
And wing through the shimmer
Of the language of trees

Hark my heart
And hearten silver tear
To ring around
The heat of my heart

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Bar

darkened wings of sapphire breast
burn brightly against
the labored casualness
of checkered hearts
jaded by too many martinis
in bars festooned
with the crinolines
which enamor
the latest designer-
fetid souls fester
in fear of further examination
by the beauteousness
of eyes ringed in kohl
and lips reddened
by an overabundance
of passion sliding awry against teeth
redolent with precious lies
as removable as mascara
exit sign, clearly marked
ignored by all

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posted for dverse 

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Wisdom of Nature

 Penitent weeper,
Why weep you on this dew-kissed morning
When life so justly fills every crevice.
Prostrate yourself not
Before the idols of man.
Man knows little enough
And of that,
Respects not
That which he cannot use easily
And without mercy.
Rather, dry your eyes
The better to clearly see
Stand, the better to be closer to the sun
and feel its light fill your face.
See the person who shines before you
and know who you are.

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Friday, October 21, 2011

I Sing The Night Alive

Alone, I hold the shimmer of you
Between fingers splayed,
As they play the music of your name.

Alone, the moon washes away
The burden of distance
Within the numinous glow of the star-saturated night.

Trees, ripe with pendulous branches
Sway to the hum of temptation
And brush the waiting earth
With tremulous forethought.

And, so clothed in cloak of leaf and bark,
I turn to you
And sing the night alive.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Arid Land

heart, beat you hard within this breast
to help me remember
the excitement of languorous ardor
the texture of bristle against neck
the slap of moisture in an arid land

heart, beat you hard within this breast
as flood meets heated desert
and life begins anew

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Friday, October 7, 2011

My Hope For You

You are my heart and upon it
I have etched my secret hopes for you:
My hope that you burn brightly, and long—
That your most heartfelt desires lash themselves
Upon the winds of passion
And that your heart’s love flows
Out of eyes and mouth to the tuneful ears
Of those who surround you.
That hope survives and blooms in the inclement weather
Of disappointment—
That you find and etch your secret desires
For your own child—
And that when I am gone,
That in a flowering corner of your soul
That you feel my love for you—

Sunday, September 18, 2011

In A Place That Time Forgot

I look at you and wonder
Will we touch again?
Can we rush toward each other
In the foment of early morning or
In the stillness of midnight?
Frozen in time,
Chilled by years,
Forgotten in the onslaught of life,
Lies fertile in me.
Gather me.
Wash me again in whispers that cascade
Like drops glistening on translucent skin,
That I may drink in the fullness of love made new
In a place that time forgot.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Mirror Cracked

Temerity, hide not your face
Behind the shredded skirts of my compassion.
You thief in the night,
You steal the bravado
You no longer can generate out of disregard.
Heedlessly, you direct the actions of others
Like marionettes on silken threads
Silvered like piano wire.
And soullessly, you abandon them
When you are called upon
To feel
Hide not your face in me.

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