Molasses Morning
for Gina Lowe
what’s ephemeral perches, stays
purchased, pinned down
things otherwise, lift into the air
gone like an hour of the day
like dawn or noon or twilight
when it’s gone it’s gone
when it’s done it’s done
things we want around
those we want with us
how I wonder, does she feel
some one to be faithful to
learn to be or try to be
she’d have art to love
lots to feast on
emotionally bare, actually bare
we’d bathe in laughter,
sweet as molasses
listening to Annie Fischer play Liszt,
Piano Concerto No. 1
missing having breakfast
in Memphis, with Oran,
in The Pancake House
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
3:41 a.m. 10.05.09
for Gina Lowe
what’s ephemeral perches, stays
purchased, pinned down
things otherwise, lift into the air
gone like an hour of the day
like dawn or noon or twilight
when it’s gone it’s gone
when it’s done it’s done
things we want around
those we want with us
how I wonder, does she feel
some one to be faithful to
learn to be or try to be
she’d have art to love
lots to feast on
emotionally bare, actually bare
we’d bathe in laughter,
sweet as molasses
listening to Annie Fischer play Liszt,
Piano Concerto No. 1
missing having breakfast
in Memphis, with Oran,
in The Pancake House
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
3:41 a.m. 10.05.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:38 AM
2 Comments:
your poetry is like a river that runs and refreshes and I'm forced to return, to relearn, and to drink,again.
I am moved by your remarks, ScotchBiscuit, and I am inspired and deeply appreciative. I wish I were clearer about who you are. How did you find me? Do we know each other quite well already and you are, like a character in one of Shakespeare's comedies, happily hidden behind a mask?
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