"To pray, Jesus knew, is to be a man carrying a man." ~Anne Sexton
Why must my deepest feelings be rooted to tragedy: somebody dying too soon, too soon?
I have a persistent cough, a small cold & it's not a death rattle, not…
In old movies, books, the classics, heroes/heroines are often done away with.
Kaput. That sums up the plot. Juliet & Romeo. Heathcliff & Catherine.
The driven, the driven mad, killed despite the important roles
of maids, couriers, cooks.
.
Is it the same in our reality with just a change in costumes, in disease, backdrops?
If so, I'm going to re-write this. I'm going to let Camille live.
She wants to desperately. She wants to forget the baron, stay in the country with her Amore
& be reborn among sheep herds, bee passages, the reflections of ponds.
What, who could it hurt if they were to be poor, but happy?
Let them grow fat, get wrinkles, repeat stories, get in each other's hair.
Let's edit interfering society, family, all the petty talk of mores, of normal life---
Camille's real fears, her brass cynicism, her head thrown back in a laughter that looks like pain---
& her suitor's jealousy, his young pup sentiments... suddenly blending in a balance
of equal strength & stronger, for they will have weathered,
they will have won the difficulty of answered prayers.
It will be a new age: hearts, spirits making themselves:
Jewelry hocked, possessions kept simple, jeans worn, anything, even nothing, worn,
& heads not lowered if the world spits---
will the world spit, in the city, in the fields?
No. Only people &, I confess, it's not quite Camille, that queen's angel, I breathe, but you,
man carrying a man to be carried & stand --- is that too selfish--cough, cough ---
before we lie down.
Author Bio:
A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he's been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead For links to his other media (and even merchandise if you are interested) please feel free to Google Stephen Mead Art. Currently he is artist/curator for a Historical LGBTQI site in progress, The Chroma Museum, https://thestephenmeadchromamuseum.weebly.com/
Why must my deepest feelings be rooted to tragedy: somebody dying too soon, too soon?
I have a persistent cough, a small cold & it's not a death rattle, not…
In old movies, books, the classics, heroes/heroines are often done away with.
Kaput. That sums up the plot. Juliet & Romeo. Heathcliff & Catherine.
The driven, the driven mad, killed despite the important roles
of maids, couriers, cooks.
.
Is it the same in our reality with just a change in costumes, in disease, backdrops?
If so, I'm going to re-write this. I'm going to let Camille live.
She wants to desperately. She wants to forget the baron, stay in the country with her Amore
& be reborn among sheep herds, bee passages, the reflections of ponds.
What, who could it hurt if they were to be poor, but happy?
Let them grow fat, get wrinkles, repeat stories, get in each other's hair.
Let's edit interfering society, family, all the petty talk of mores, of normal life---
Camille's real fears, her brass cynicism, her head thrown back in a laughter that looks like pain---
& her suitor's jealousy, his young pup sentiments... suddenly blending in a balance
of equal strength & stronger, for they will have weathered,
they will have won the difficulty of answered prayers.
It will be a new age: hearts, spirits making themselves:
Jewelry hocked, possessions kept simple, jeans worn, anything, even nothing, worn,
& heads not lowered if the world spits---
will the world spit, in the city, in the fields?
No. Only people &, I confess, it's not quite Camille, that queen's angel, I breathe, but you,
man carrying a man to be carried & stand --- is that too selfish--cough, cough ---
before we lie down.
Author Bio:
A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he's been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead For links to his other media (and even merchandise if you are interested) please feel free to Google Stephen Mead Art. Currently he is artist/curator for a Historical LGBTQI site in progress, The Chroma Museum, https://thestephenmeadchromamuseum.weebly.com/
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