Sunday III

[mfwilkie]

In my other life
I spent music.
Willy nilly.

Vulnerability was

a bastard abstraction.
Couldn't touch us.

Would never reach me.

Silly to be so sure of oneself.

Absurd satisfaction
flagged down the sun.
Day after day. Night was
met with ease.

Entanglements.

Sweetest heat
scored by a vigorous sea.

Life changed.

But not just like that.

Death made an appointment.
Left a process.

A mime in motion.
A stranger.

And no sound.

And here,
in this windless moment,
in this temporary city,
I find myself humming scared.

The road and the radio
turned to Latin music.

My back stunned
by the tenacity
of cold.

[Marion Poirier]

Maggie, it is difficult to review a poem so personal.

This is your life and your feelings and I can't understand
everything that you write here - but I do know that
it is very intense.

I can't offer any suggestions without changing your
voice and intent.


A poignant and moving poem. Well-written and
I think accomplishes what you have to say in your
own unique style.

Marion

[alfredo]

I admire all about this. Particularly its inventiveness, blatant honesty, its clarity and so on and so on….and of course it’s so well written! However, I believe the last stanza “My back stunned by the tenacity of cold” does not quite fit-and-finish …as the former richly deserves. Can I offer a better one …No, cause but you offer overwhelming competition here. But I think YOU can!

[Ron Wallace (Scotshawk)]

This is among the best of your work, and your work is good. I't power was compact but intense.

Behave yourself in Mexico; you and Lynn together may be more than the country can take. Aren't you glad you stopped in Tombstone at Boot Hill, wish I'd have reminded you to pick up a copy of "The Epitaph". Ron

[mfwilkie]

Glad you liked this one, Cowboy.

How's the back and neck?

Was sandwiched between those two hills leaving Tombstone when I lost you. I'm still amazed and Chicky wants to see it
so I'll be going for that walk through the town.

I told my mother that my father would never have been able to stand straight up in the jail.

Thanks for the push to go.

Hi to Jane.

Mags