Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Consequence (Poem)


You don't fish.
      It isn't the river

calling you away.
      You're not moved

by the rhythms
      or rhymes of poets,

their metaphors giving
      no cover for truths too

late exposed.
      You don't eye her

as before you eyed
      the full sum of all

the parts, the making
      up and the going on

before the next time
      becomes the next time.

Still, spring breaks
      out in your heart

like magic, your lips
      holding silent but in place

the words put down
      on paper: how you fell

for what's come and gone,
      then come close again.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas

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. 


Louise Gallagher said...

Lovely Maureen.

Lovely Poem.

And spring rises, better late than never, in fields and in hearts.

S. Etole said...

I like the rhythm of this ...

Ruth said...

Yes lovely.

There is spring and magic in other expressions than poetry! And then you manage to convey "his" with your own.

Creative Potager said...

Maureen this poem touch something deep inside me as I go about my day and drawing attention to the issue of extracting natural gas using hydraulic fracturing. Thank you for your usual brilliance.


Anonymous said...

i scrubbed the kitchen sink
now i am about to go to the the post office...

echoing terrill, you gave a sweet moment of love.

katdish said...

What I love so much about your poetry is that you leave spaces for the reader to place their hearts. That's what all great writing should do. Thank you.

Glynn said...

It moves, taking you on a journey, with rhtythm and cadence. Excellent poem, Maureen.

dustus said...

A great use of direct address, especially when considering the lack of a poetic "Gestalt" so to speak. Also, many fine examples of wordplay and plays off the sound of lines.

Kathleen Overby said...

katdish said it well. The form is graceful, breathes well. I read it outloud and it read so naturally. This would be one of my new favorites. :)

Brian Miller said...

excellent cadence to this maureen...a rather enjoyable read...

moondustwriter said...

...before the next time becomes the next time

I love the gracious words that could have been stronger more painful. This piece allows for failure and success

Beauty always exudes from your touch

hedgewitch said...

Three readings and I don't believe I've fathomed all the nuance here, but the portrait is a finely drawn one, achingly so.

signed...bkm said...

I gather there is something much deeper between words and stanza's here as Hedgewitch stated...the the parse and parcel of each line holds a myriad of meanings...that you leave for the reader to ponder...the sum and parts --being my favorite aspect...bkm

Elizabeth Young said...

I enjoyed the gentle rhythm and soft sounds of this poem - I almost felt like I was in a rocking chair whilst reading, and soothed in soul.

John (@bookdreamer) said...

many fine nuances here

Beachanny said...

Your work is like a fine sculpture, each curve seeming natural and the overall effect has delicate nuances that touch something and some place unnamed deep within. I'm always richer as a person having read your work. You're a magician!