Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Concessions

The rain taps lightly
against the window,
not really wanting in,

but insisting to be
heard. Cars drive
by out front. I hear

the water displace
beneath their wheels,
spinning out and back

again, back to the black
they've fallen upon, darkness
closing in, laying its claim

to the innocent and guilty
alike. There is no control.
There is only the rain,

the soup cooking in the kitchen,
the wrist swollen and damaged,
leaves abandoning trees in droves,

waiting for winter to have its say.

2 comments:

LKD said...

This is rather enigmatic.

Keyonesque, yes, but totally, utterly you, too. I'll be if you'd gotten to meet her, you two would've been thick as thieves.

I'm a fool for any reference to the elements tapping at the window. Those references always bring to mind the short story, The Dead.

I read it years ago in a lit class and argued with the professor about the ending. I was the only one in class who believed that the character who heard the snow tapping at the window was dead.

But I guess that's how I've been wired since I was born. Black instead of white, down instead of up, no instead of yes.

Goodbye instead of hello.

Hope you had a good holiday, friend.

Maggie said...

I thought that, too, when I read The Dead. I was looking for it a few weeks ago and could not find it. Would like to reread.

This was one of those muse moment poems that I'll need to work on (so bad about that--write it and never touch it again), but I think it has the potential to be good. I am grateful you find it worthy of comment and even a bit Kenyonesque (you know how much I love her work!). To only consistently write that well! But, like any writer, there are poems of hers which don't do much for me. But there are some I can never get out of my mind.

Had a lovely holiday with all the children and little Isaac (my grandson) here. I also invited a friend who lost her mother in July. Her first Thanksgiving without her mom. Had my mother-in-law and father-in-law, too, and several of the kids' friends came by throughout the afternoon. It felt like old times! I miss all of them so much, Laurel. Grateful for where they are in their lives and that they are happy with where they are living, but sure is too quiet around here. Not adjusting well to just being a couple. But there are many reasons for that.

And, I hope you had a good holiday! Did you get to see your family?

Been on call since yesterday morning at 8 (it's about 7:28 now--my turn ends at 8), and just could not stay in bed any longer. I wake up every hour or two all night long when I am on call just expecting to get called out.

So, I thought I'd come here and try to write something. Perhaps there will be something.

I hope you have a good day. So glad you stopped by!