I’ll tug at her apron while she reads books,
and whistle off tune while she bakes bread,
and I’ll climb in clogs on bare wood stairs…up
and down, and up and down until she looks at me.
Then, with permission, I’ll sit at her feet and
tell her that I see visions and hear voices…and
she will tell me I am dying soon…not today…not
tomorrow, for I’ll have days to assign the giving,
and to choose right order of the songs on lists
I’ll paste on doors and where people hang their coats.
She has pockets in her apron, and from them
she fills my hands with question marks and
exclamations…and ending marks of periods
she’s gathered from my life when I, so very
careless…thoughtless…dropped them from
my notice as trifling to its needing.
And I…downcast with regret…leaving her…
shall wish I had not asked.
Artwork by Tosa Mitsuoki
32 thoughts on “In the House of Fortune”
Reblogged this on A Mirror Obscura, and commented:
Most gracious poet friend, thank you. Smiles.
Enjoyed; I feel your use of longer lines complement your lyrical style; gives time to savory. Leo
Well, that’s fine to hear, Leo, and know I appreciate your thoughts. Smile.
Heartbreakingly good …
Ward, you know your opinion is very important to me.
Wow…That was… I am speechless. The very breadth of feeling in this is astounding.
I’m thankful for you, Martha. Most sincerely so. Smiles.
What she said …
Just lovely. Really.
Know that I’m delighted you think so, Jenifer. I thank you. Smiles.
Reblogged this on lampmagician.
Thank you, generous and kind person. Smile
Bonnie, I can barely draw breath this hit me so hard. Wow! What a beautifully moving poem!
Grateful thanks, John. I greatly value your reading and generous comments. Smiles.
Bonnie, you deserve every compliment…none are exaggerated, all are earned. 😊
Bonnie, did you have a parent or anyone in mind when you wrote this? I’m always amazed that that you can conjure these heart-breaking poetical vignettes out of nothing.
My thinking on this one is allegorical, Malcolm, though your insight causes me to think hmmm…Know I appreciate it. Smiles.
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Reblogged this on celonaiphy's Blog and commented:
Very Shakespearean I would say,with mood at the end..
Great works you have on here..
Grateful thanks, oh so kind and generous person. Smiles.
Lovely and captivating!
For your gracious comment I thank you very much.
I don’t know what this poem means, but it makes me sad. Or rather, I feel companioned in my own sadness. I’ve experienced a lot of loss and can’t really process it yet. But I’m grateful for someone else’s words, words that can remind me others have felt what I feel; that this is what it means to be human. And it will pass. I really really like the painting too. The painting is what drew me in. I could sit with that painting all day. Thank you.
I feel the same way, Mary Louise, about many poems. Certainly I appreciate that you would comment.
Yes, the artist, Tosa Mitsuoki, painted both spring and autumn versions. His spring panels always cheer me.
Reblogged this on BUTTERFLIES OF TIME and commented:
This one left me speechless and teary eyed and I don’t even know why
Thank you for the reblog, generous reader…and sometimes, I don’t even know why, either. Smiles.
You reading it out loud makes the piece even stronger. It’s a beautiful piece of writing.
B. @ http://www.tobepoets.nl
Thank you, gracious poet. The voicing is fun to do for my so welcome readers. Smile.