Life With Horace

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formerly dear molly

so it began
another opening salvo
written grapeshot
sibling letters
masking fury longhand
weighted by a lifetime’s
alkaline asides
presupposing mal intent
in every word
an older generation
hamstrung by
paper clad

Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, where the prompt was an almanac poem, one of the items being a scrap of a letter. clearing out my family’s place in Rhode Island (emptying a place filling my soul) we found hundred of letters, one of which began “molly, formerly dear molly”. while I found this amusing, clearly the writer, and one supposes the recipient, did not.


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thanks at a remove

dear poet sir
where to begin
your words press tightly
side by side
to pull me through
the shiny skin of thought
mirrored surface of
another’s world
words of early years
and soldiers gone to fight
a hellish fruitless war
survival and regrowth
sharp perceptions of
time’s road
a place so different
from your youth
yet you can laugh
then fete
with knife edged pen
and dazzling words
the mix and contradictions
of accumulated life that leave
my inward turning eye
and mind replete
at least for now
until another clutch
of welded thought
brings me full awake
and ravenous
for more

NaPoWriMo day 3, in which the prompt was to write a poem as fan letter to a celebrity, unrestricted as to time and gender. Disliking the idea of kowtowing to mere celebrity (as opposed to creative talent), I chose to write to a (celebrated) poet whose work I admire.