I Take Solace in Poems

Relatively new poem. I am delaying correcting papers for school.
I think I am going to start posting one of my favorite poems during the week
instead of just my own work.

Dodge Poetry Festival is this weekend. I can't wait!!! I am fending off what I think could be depression again. I take solace in Kenyon and the fact life is not as bad as I see it through my jet black glasses. I wish I had a brighter outlook; or at least happy enough to not make some days seem like Sisyphus trudging up that eternal hill.

I find more comfort in a poem than prayer most days. I am glad that poetry lives. It's as close as I'll ever get to God.

Party Talk, After The Potato Chips Are Stale





On Rocky Horror movie night

there has to be

etiquette

for relaying information like

she's damn broke.



Front porches ask for more

than sophisticated recipes

for the Time Warp Weiners and Beans.

Plastic chairs are uncomfortable

on necks and legs and asses

without a cushion.



"And what did

that recent hospital stay entail?"



She drinks wine

from a martini glass.

The world swirls

in a circle along

the crystal

an earth she holds

in her hand.

Her Tropic of Capricorn where

merlot ends and the brutal heat

of the third world begins.



She rocks in the glider,

back and forth and

back and forth

and back

and forth

until the creak is

always the same.



Her marriage is over.

Her mom has that dreaded C word

the two syllable disaster

no one pronounces

because saying something aloud

in a smalltown makes

the statement fact.



Soon, the woman who

gave her birth

will go away

not on a thousand dollar

retirement trip to Ireland

but into a fourth world

poorer than India

but rich in twilight's grace.

Purple, pink, yellow, orange rays

a young Mother Teresa

gone wild

belly dancing across

the horizon alone.