Tell me when I'm boring you, won't you >g<
Draft Three: Rosie’s Grave
Easter lilies grow
from the old dog’s grave,
four last year, ten
this year. Pretty Caitlin
tells me this, ginger haired, pointing
a graceful finger – but, in the process,
Rosie’s grave reminds me of
my dogs gone now over the past
sixty years, their old faces
smiling out from
nodding lilies. Easter sits
on next month’s calendar for
today is St Pat’s day
when the evening news
cackles with Irish frivolity –
green beers and outrageous
ties on parliamentarians.
My friend gave up
meat for lent; it was lollies for me
as a child (but I have
put away childish things). All
these thoughts bump and crash
in the sideshow alley of my brain,
these thoughts born from
an old dog’s grave and
the seasonal growth of more lilies.
Andrew
On 18 March 2010 08:59, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Yes, that part worries me too. I shall work on it. There may be a poem
> here some where if I panel beat it enough.
>
> Thanks to Doug, Patrick and Judy for their thoughtful responses. I
> want you to know I actually listen to criticism ...
>
>
> Andrew
>
>
>
> On 18 March 2010 02:42, Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> This is a fine mood and meaning poem, Andrew, and whether you're aware of it
>> or not, it
>> moods the meaning of Easter----vividly, poignantly.
>>
>> I had to go back several times to realise that it was "a pretty woman" who
>> told you
>> of the Easter lilies growing from the old dog's grave. Here's why I got
>> confused:
>> despite your saying "but", you say her face reminds you of your smiling
>> dogs. OK,
>> I like dogs a *lot*, but substitute-imagining a dog's face when visualising
>> a pretty woman's
>> face doesn't compute for me. Maybe for the purposes of this poem you could
>> omit her prettiness, keep the ginger hair bit, and carry on. It's the way I
>> first read
>> the poem, and it worked great. 'Twas the rereadings that brought "pretty"
>> to my
>> attention.
>>
>> I'm thinking that stanzas would be an aid to our understanding---no matter
>> WHAT
>> Way Cool Poets think.
>>
>> joodles
>>
>> On 17 March 2010 01:03, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>>> Easter lilies grow
>>>
>>> from the old dog’s grave,
>>>
>>> four last year, ten
>>>
>>> this year. She is a pretty woman,
>>>
>>> ginger haired, who tells me this, pointing
>>>
>>> a graceful finger - but
>>>
>>> she reminds me
>>>
>>> of my dead dogs, their old faces
>>>
>>> smiling out from
>>>
>>> nodding lilies. Easter is
>>>
>>> on next month’s calendar
>>>
>>> for today is St Pat’s day
>>>
>>> when the evening news is full
>>>
>>> of Irish frivolity –
>>>
>>> green beers and outrageous
>>>
>>> ties on parliamentarians.
>>>
>>> This year, my friend gave up
>>>
>>> meat for lent; as a child
>>>
>>> it was lollies for me. All
>>>
>>> these thoughts born from
>>>
>>> a dog’s grave and the seasonal
>>>
>>> growth of more lilies.
>>>
>>>
>>> --
>>> Andrew
>>> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>>> http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
>>>
>>
>>
>>
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>>
>> "Southern hospitality has ten years left." ---Jeff Hecker, Norfolk, VA
>>
>
>
>
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> Andrew
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> http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
>
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