and Joyce Odam
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
WE DON’T KNOW HOW
—Nolcha Fox, Buffalo, WY
We don’t know how to say
I’m sorry, I forgive you,
it’s all past, I love you still.
Instead, we talk of coverings for floors,
of paint brands, contractors,
electricians, the cost of wood.
We don’t know how to say
the pain’s too deep
to heal enough to see
each other face to face.
Instead, we call each other
once a week, we chat
about the weather
and the price of gas,
how awful travel
is these days.
We’re long-distance
family, we’re just
better off this way.
—Nolcha Fox, Buffalo, WY
We don’t know how to say
I’m sorry, I forgive you,
it’s all past, I love you still.
Instead, we talk of coverings for floors,
of paint brands, contractors,
electricians, the cost of wood.
We don’t know how to say
the pain’s too deep
to heal enough to see
each other face to face.
Instead, we call each other
once a week, we chat
about the weather
and the price of gas,
how awful travel
is these days.
We’re long-distance
family, we’re just
better off this way.
SWAN ABOUT
—Stephen Kingsnorth, Coedpoeth, Wrexham, Wales
I am no ornithologist—
but cygnets, muted, feather bed—
wedge like formation set in flight—
would lean me to a mother’s pride.
I’d bank on bevy, water glide,
a slide by water boatmen bugs,
as cob, pen, lake identical—
but is the male so put upon
to serve serene as paddle boat?
Paternity, both rights and rites
are better followed, creature-wide
than in the human family?
How many hoods define their rôle
deserting nest before kids fledge?
I celebrate more, parenthood,
whatever planned or left to chance,
but farther-hood a danger sign:
too soon to settle—swan about.
As mother bears so father waits,
diaper nightly, early hours,
but that, experience of one,
without a universal claim—
responsibility best shared
whatever custom, lore declared.
One big surprise, survival game?
Of six grandkids, just one same name.
Primeval hint, that I should care,
identity of labelled tribe.
Why should I dare, when health is theirs,
that surname should continue line?
I’m not a Smith, Jones, Taylor, Brown,
but Kingsnorth has a rarer spread;
‘the king’s land’ from year 125—
two millennia—keep the thread.
DEARTH
—Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA
Such a
huge space to fill:
my father—my stranger—
time’s distance between us, full of
hate/love.
(prev. pub. in Medusa’s Kitchen, 6/19/12)
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Today’s LittleNip:
I want to congratulate all the men out there who are working diligently to be good fathers. whether they are stepfathers, or biological fathers. or just spiritual fathers.
—T.D. Jakes
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—Medusa, with thanks to these three SnakePals for today’s fine poems about the ambivalence of father/child relationships~
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Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
