Poetry is in my head a lot lately; love may be responsible for this. Loss can do it, too, and I’ve had doses of both over the past few months. Nothing but nothing is better than poetry for unsolvable situations like love and loss.
And now, a poem I recalled while walking through the Midway airport earlier today. I’m home in Chicago for 48-hours before leaving for California. I wrote this piece in my head while gazing at a roaring fire in a fireplace in early 2012. I was up at our place in Door County where it was almost as cold as it is tonight. The poem took about two hours to write, which is either not any time at all or a very long time, depending on how much poetry you write. Because I composed it in my head, I had to repeat the lines over and over so I wouldn’t forget them; as I edited, those lines had to be re-memorized and then put with the other phrases. As soon as I had it just right, I fetched some paper and wrote it down.
I enjoy writing poems in this way. It’s challenging for sure, and there’s a lyricism that happens naturally when you don’t have the paper to tack you down. This piece is pointedly in the style of Dorothy Parker; I felt a kinship with her vis a vis the subject matter.
I hope you enjoy the piece. Do not give it to your lover if he/she snores. I am beyond grateful I don’t have that problem these days. If I did, this poem would not see the light of day. Poetry is dangerous!
For [REDACTED]
by Mary Fons (c) 2012
I shall not see you anymore;
You snore.I cannot sleep!
Besides, you weep
(Pray tell, what can a man be for?)Your kiss lacks the ability
To prime my parts most womanly,
And if they did but once or twice,
Well, that was me just being nice,
I feel nothing for you, dear,
I’ll repeat, while I’m still here:Don’t bother with text messaging –
[REDACTED] you,
This is me, exiting,
And where I’m going I’ll have no cell –
Best to find the next fresh hell
Than stay with such a wretched bore, Oh, I am certain to my core:
I shall,
nevermore.Oh, dear, my dear:
You snore.
Lisa D.
Yes it’s true, that is a good poem… what is better is how you share and let it out into poetry….well said. Good that you think of yourself with value and esteem yourself worthy and are able to move on to life. Life long commitment is good as those who are willing to commit. It involves integrity. The lack of integrity in men is dangerous… especially to themselves. The utter rudeness of neglecting a relationship and starving it to death is deserving of banishment! If one isn’t willing to commit to life and then show it by having integrity, then begone! Here is a secret poem that has helped me through 39 years of marriage. I wrote it meself.
I am from a space ship
Fallen from the sky.
I don’t belong here,
So, I often start to cry.
When things are sad,
And all goes bad
I call home from my chair.
I talk to base
And ask for grace,
And bow my head in prayer.
L.D.