Monday, May 17, 2010

Tuesday Poem

Grief


Kept in a canning jar

disguised as plums or cherries,

spooned sparingly down throats

that could not utter Dad.

Mother boiled water,

set the timer.

Checked for hissing seals.

Nothing leaked.


© T. Clear

Originally appeared in Manzanita Quarterly.

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11 comments:

  1. Good poem. Sad, but good. I like how the sparseness and tightness of the poem matches the subject.

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  2. Your Tuesday offerings are such a treat, T.

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  3. Janis, thanks for stopping by!

    Willow, you are too kind. Thank-you.

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  4. A compact tour de force, beguilingly lethal in its magnificent brevity.

    Ouch, indeed!

    John

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  5. Impressive, the amount of control exerted over each line. No word wasted (no pun intended).

    Now I have to go drink water. There's a huge lump in my throat after reading this.

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