Katsushika Hokusai, The Breaking Wave Off Kanagawa (The Great Wave)
Color Woodblock Print from Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji, ca. 1829-32
The Roster
Two hundred sixteen sheets
of plain printer paper plaster
the public gymnasium's walls.
Some number command many
other eyes elsewhere in the shelter,
every scrap a make-shift of details
of what you cannot hold:
height weight gender hair length
last place seen last time seen
blurring in the blanks
of the roster checked
and checked and checked again.
Not to find a name is not to find nothing.
In the golden tallgrass on a hillock
outside town, soldiers prod and poke
with long, thin diviners' rods
as snow freshens pines capped off
with fishers' nets. They gather
and tag the morning's remains
of the last day: a lone business card;
the Nikkon, its memory card intact;
a beautiful young bride's picture,
its glass holding reflection. They whisper
of the white lace
slip dangling from the rail
of the nearby bridge: not a sign
of surrender; shards of a teapot;
the Mickey Mouse futon
snagged just as a kitchen sink floats
by. A mile beyond, the concrete
foundation's spotless now that the home
with a rice paddy in its front yard
has traveled the distance to the lake
that used to be a plain, and fertile.
The air-filled down jacket
that saved Mrs. Sato's life
as she rode the wave, spending
her prayers between breaths, is news.
You hear them say the search will go on
for days. The dogs will bark,
you know, and the teams dig and dig
till the moon sheds no more light
on the stories left unfinished
and the all-clear sounds, even
as the gaps in the list fail to fill.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem conflates some of the details found in news accounts following the devastation in Japan on March 11, 2011.
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I offer this poem for the One Shot Wednesday event at One Stop Poetry, which each week invites poets to share, read, and comment on each other's work. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday for links to the many contributors' poems.
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British Museum Details on Hokusai Print
Hokusai Biography
Hokusai Online
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British Museum Details on Hokusai Print
Hokusai Biography
Hokusai Online
26 comments:
Loved the poem, Maureen. Loved these lines ...
till the moon sheds no more light
on the stories left unfinished
Well done Maureen.
Your beautiful poem makes me realize that material things can be precious at such times.
the reminders of what is and what may be ... or not at all
This poem is haunting. I could play the literary analyst and admire your mastery of sound, cadence, and device, but that feels too academic for this piece with its groaning soul.
Brava, Maureen. Your gifts are gifts.
a beautiful quilt
They found the body of the Virginia schoolteacher, who had been teaching in Japan. She had been reported as safe.
This poems aches, Maureen. Just aches.
Glynn, that news saddens me.
I worked on this poem a lot, even revising some lines again late last night. I had to let it go.
I thank everyone here and on FB for reading and commenting.
very poignant and chilling piece Maureen...
rob
Image & Verse
Maureen this is such a beautiful tribute to those who were lost and those who remain.
i agree with glynn...i had tears just reading thinking about it all...you open with some great aliteration that set the pace and the images just rolled from there...
THis is so hard.
For some reason, when you told me about this poem, Maureen, I thought I read "rooster". I wondered about that. Roster. Maybe I didn't want to read that word. So many lists in this world. This one is heavy.
I like what Rabbi Harold Kushner said: God is in the courage of people to carry on their lives after the tragedy.
Sad and silence being the saddest sound of all...bkm
Oh my - so much pain.
I was looking at pictures of Japan on Boston.com/thebigpicture and feeling the sadness of individuals. It's the pain and confusion on individual faces that grabbed me there. This poem makes me feel the same way -- those little recognizable details of a life, so out of place that speak volumes of tragedy. You feel like weeping and wish it could be different.
Powerful, sobering, vivid. Kudos.
Fine job of doing what words can do best, passing understanding and reality around in a form that can be seen and experienced from this great distance. Well written and well crafted but more importantly, well communicated and well felt. Thanks for posting the many links at the end, also.
this is probably one of the best i have come across lately...it carried me on a wave...every line, every emotion dipped and rose so perfectly.
Dear Maureen
Its so powerful and apt for the times that we live in... wish the suffering ends at the earliest. Your verse is kind of touched my raw emotions...
thanks for sharing...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-seed-and-senseless-living.html
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Lose is never easy and it haunts one through decades with faces one would never imagine.
Maureen you have captured the loss brave and eloquently as only a true poet could...this is a powerful poem!
Beautiful rhythm. Startling imagery. Straight to the heart.
Maureen. Moved beyond measure. A wonderful netting of feeling-soaked things and wisps of memory. There are times when it's just too large to carry in our hearts.
Makes me ache inside.
Beautiful and terrifying.
So strong Maureen, so well projected, it is scary how quickly things can change and alter everything...on any shore...anywhere in the world! WELL DONE!
The pace of the poem was amazing... and poem itself was so vivid and hauntingly descriptive..
Powerful, sad and very moving...
Well done Maureen.
Great one shot !
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