Hi Sue,
A neat piece.
I love the sparsity of the things you mention. Somehow, tho, there's enough
detail to know far more than so, so, many words, lines or even stanzas,
could probably say!
And I love endings like this! When putting poems in sequence then it can be
enhanced further, and can help other poems too!
Bob
>From: Sue Scalf <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: new: My Mother Talked Too Much
>Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2003 00:23:21 EDT
>
>My Mother Talked Too Much
>
>Dad never stopped,
>and so I sought a softer language--
>the way leaves spoke
>or wind through pines,
>lost myself in radio, "Let's Pretend,"
>and books.
>
>I heard the rasp of failures
>endlessly rehearsed,
>the threat of courts,
>numbness of alcohol
>in thick-tongued drawls.
>
>Holding colloquy with birds,
>I wandered woods and fields,
>played, thought of the future,
>but never of home. I am, they say,
>a listener. One learns.
>
>Sue Scalf
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