Monday, June 02, 2008

Papa's Poem Corner Episode 28: Deception Points Your Joints At Slalom

We are over halfway done with the poems from my class. What will we do when we reach the end? I don't know, but if it is anything like that ocean life documentary I watched last night (called Deep Blue), then killer whales will come separate a baby gray whale from its mother and then kill and eat it. So, we better hope that these don't end.


Parting


My memories of melodies
are fading from my mind,
and notes I used to know no longer
harmonize with mine.
Maybe I should take a rest—
Or pretend that it’s all fine—
but I can’t stand the silence
so I try to find
a way to reconnect,
to use my eyes.
I’m groping in the darkness,
and seeking out the blind.
Tired beats for rhythms—
awkward words I can’t make rhyme.
The part of me that is music
grows fainter with time.



Well would you look at that? It's time for another haiku.


Proud rooster heralds
the rising of morning sun.
Dead cock for dinner.

1 comment:

Matt & Jen Hanks said...

You are quite the poet! I love all of your poems! The parting one made me sad. I hope that you can find those melodies again!