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Mary Oliver: In Memoriam

MARY OLIVER: IN MEMORIAM

Flesh and bone may decay
Her words, all the thoughts
All the feelings they evoke
Shall remain to nourish us

Not For Nothing

NOT FOR NOTHING

Many years ago now we vowed
That we would never allow loss
(however painful this might be)
To restrict our deeply felt interaction
With any of the music we love

Given that we view music as
A gymnasium for the emotions
It surely follows don’t you know
That if we do not exercise
Our emotions when needed
Or like water, or like blood
They fester and putrefy

Teardrops
Contain both
Water (for cleansing)
And salt (for preservation)

Nature is not called
Mother Nature
For nothing

The Underlying

THE UNDERLYING

How do you feel? Which?
Emotional? Physical?
No. How’s it you feel?

Moon In Cancer (13a)

MOON IN CANCER

Water-born(e)
Incessant riptide
Tortuous
Exquisite
The eyes of the Universe
Ever unblinking

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Shadorma November

Procession

And this one is for Teodora.

Bitterness

BITTERNESS

In German bitte
Is respectful and means please
But English sticks on
An r and adds emotion
And not a comforting one

Emotions

EMOTIONS

Some emotions
Almost like thoughts
Enter the room

Some are in a rush
Some in no hurry, sit down
Put their feet up, relax

I look them up and down
Weigh them up, make judgements
Sometimes we converse

We exchange opinions
See if we agree or disagree
Sometimes we fight

I may throw them out
Or invite them to stay longer
They all leave in the end

After all just guests
Not like those other emotions
The insidious ones

Not here in full view
But disguised in the wallpaper
And forming the bricks

Envy

ENVY

This afternoon
I came across these fine words
Of Gary Shneider’s

“Your thoughts do not care about you
They only want to perpetuate themselves”

Envy arose as I read them
But I did not allow it
To perpetuate itself

The Cyclic Cyclone

THE CYCLIC CYCLONE

great
being a girl
on the weekend

positive plans
to do this and that
go here and there

only actually

Thursday
… plan

Friday
… rest

Saturday
… kvetch about Friday
… yadda yadda yadda

Sunday
… sick inside
… some technical problem

deserves an Academy award
for Best at Repressing Emotions
no doubt

born to be an impersonator
… impassive
… no reaction
…..
…..
5. Blackout for The Cyclic Cyclone

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– This blackout poem was extracted, with permission, from Addie’s post “Question 1086”. (http://justbeingthoughtful.wordpress.com/2013/03/05/question-1086/)

Over The Brush

OVER THE BRUSH

Ms. Emotion; Mr. Understanding
They are almost like two different
And contrasting forms of address
While still sharing the same house

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