It’s Guynes Street, still.
The house has the same
flat bricks as my
grandparent’s place,
painted filigree iron
to hold up the carport,
honeysuckle bushes,
and no front door.
Inside, they’ve kept
the old decor:
spinet piano, doilies
on the couch, china
in the sideboard.
It’s all too fragile,
knowing what I know:
the curtains too sheer,
the panes too thin.
On that morning they hit
the floor, having practiced before—
If there is one rule
in poetry it should be:
Write your own pain.
This isn’t my home,
I am a temporary resident
and my family ties are
blessedly recent
but things are soaked
in history here,
you can’t take a step
without stepping in it,
even things as innocuous
as the crooked crook of an oak,
manicured lawns and driveways
that cut through,
Murder.
Hung juries, strange fruit—
And what can I say?
Time’s healing properties
are overrated, at least
in this state,
things come thirty
years too late,
if ever, and
there are some ugly,
ugly trees here, and
it’s not the only place.
This is beautiful! I love it.
I ship this. (Y)
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Thank you! It’s quite a place to visit.
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Nice thoughts ,great.
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Thanks!
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This is truly beautiful
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Thank you for your kind words!
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Incredibly moving yet understated. Lovely.
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Thank you! I tried to strike the right balance
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I love the image of the shadow of the tree’s branches against the wall of the house. Like ghosts of a time past, they remind us of what once was.
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Thank yoU! They didn’t make a movie called ‘Ghosts of Mississippi’ for nothing
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Did you ever read American Ghost? Very resonant of your piece but in fiction. I love it. You might.
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Very nice!
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Thank you!
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Awesome ! You`re talented .
could you please find some time to take a look at my blog ? thanks 🙂
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Thank you! Your blog looks great!
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I agree: In poetry, write your own pain. This was well written and styled.
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Thank you!
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So good. Catches the bittersweet of trying to reconcile loving an essentially good person who can believe bad things, having been raised in an environment that leaves them little choice unless they somehow are touched. I really relate to this piece strongly. Simple, lovely language, and poignant message. Don’t know if that’s what you’re saying to me, the message I respond to, and as a writer myself, I know that can happen. Thank you.
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Isn’t it funny how the same words can say different things to different people? Glad you liked it!
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It is funny. It was important to me to learn over time that once my poem leaves me and finds its way to others, they may make a meaning for themselves in a way I hadn’t imagined when I wrote it. Sometimes it’s wonderful to see that when people talk to you. Sometimes it’s really perplexing. And sometimes it’s just…Really? As you know, we nod and smile all the while : ) I do want to tell you how I love your poetry. I’ve read many on your site. Look forward to reading more. I suspect you have been published! Take care.
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I have not, actually… submission forms and cover letters give me hives, but working on it. 🙂 So glad to hear you are enjoying the poems, thank you for reading them!!
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beautifully balanced photo which really complements your poem
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Love it.
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Glad to hear it!
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Amazing work 🙂 I loved the images this piece created… and the way it suggested that some wounds go too deep for time to heal it effectively 🙂 lovely!
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Thank you very much for your kind words!
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dazzling! Congratulations.
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Thank you!
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I love your words.
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Thank you very much!
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I love the opening line but the rest seems scattered somehow, there is a spine but it bends this way and that way in a contorted fashion and never really gets to the heart of any matter in particular. >KB
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Thanks for the feedback! I think with horrific subjects, there’s no way to get at a main point, exactly, and getting at things sideways is most effective and the heart of poetry. It seems many people caught the subtext, but here is some background on the house that was on Guynes Street:
http://www.everstribute.org/house_tour.php
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Beg to disagree. Of course, readers respond differently to the same poem. And poems need tweaking many times. I understand your point. Workshopping poetry with other writers is important and useful. But I do find a very distinct heart of the matter within the poem.
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Great post… loved this.
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Thank you!
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Pure and beautiful 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem. Thanks.
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Thank you, Snow Miss!
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Very moving and very touching. Excellent post. Hugs, Barbara
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Thanks, Barbara!
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