The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 9/15/2008)

Evening Song

The crickets go on with their shrill music.
The sun drops down.

What was it my brother said to me once
in Charleston, before he disappeared that spring
like the quick wake of a water mite?

This was 1980, evening, the porch lights burning.
He was reading from The Cloud of Unknowing.

Robins gossiped in the poplars,
moths spiraled across the uncut grass.
Moonlight wormed through the neighboring lawns.

We must therefore pray... not in many words,
but in a little word of one syllable.

Didn’t he say forgiveness was his homely double?
Didn’t he say what I wanted him to say? Maybe
I wasn’t listening, chewing a branch of sassafras...

But I doubt it. As I doubt, now, that the life
of my lawn is a still life, the moon and shrill chants

opinions on despair. There are times
when the sound the world makes is a little word.
Something like help, or yes...

Tom Andrews

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...but I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the Daily Poem Thread. I really needed this one today.

(Might be a while before I wade back into GD, though.)

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Drop in and leave a :hi: when you can...

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I was excited when i found it.

and I have a really fun one for tomorrow too! :D

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http://www.hope.edu/vws/2006_07/f06ridl/Tom_Andrews.html

We were both born in 1961 but he passed away in 2001. :cry:

RL