Spill Out by Maureen GlaudeSpilling coffee
on a collection of photographs
not just a little splash
but a wild outpour
I feel my hot drowning
assault on
the years of memories
the faces of the family
and and pets in the past
now gone on or grown.
It's days after the family funeral
and Im back home
coping, except for
committing this unpredicted slip,
and wishing Id spilled tears instead, earlier
before this unnerving clumsiness
or clumsiness of nerves
over my dresser top
and treasures.
My hands might have been
steadier then.
And Im bargaining aloud
pleas of I'm sure I have another copy
of this...but of that? Probably the negatives!
The faces at my fingers
seem to haunt my disrespect.
No time for if only's
or self-disdain.
Though I fit in a curse at myself
for carrying
my full coffee cup here.
Now I'm frantically rushing through
separating the ruins from escapees
salvaging what can be, imagining the damage,
when stickiness and stains set in, as
Im mopping and spot sponging,
spreading out the past
to dry,
and Im thinking its true
its much healthier to cry. 03/01/2005
Author's Note: draft
Posted on 03/01/2005 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/05 at 06:16 PM ...boy, errah, man! uhhh, i mean laddddeee you got you a gorgeous set of words here...such poignance, and grace...sorry so, for your loss and yet your words give justice to the unsaid...great!!! thanks for sharing peace,chaz |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/01/05 at 07:18 PM I didn't think coffee could be so damaging, especially if it's wiped up right away. Glad I didn't find that one out the hard way. Especially like this line in the closing part: spreading out the past to dry |
Posted by Anne Howe on 03/04/05 at 01:39 AM perhaps you should print out ten copies of this poem and put them in safe places in case your pc crashes..yes, if only ! i love the shape of this poem and it describes only too well the numbness and clumsiness which can follow an event like this. an excellent read. |
Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 03/05/05 at 05:23 AM Pretty darn good draft - I really like where you're taking this - the regret of a clumsy mistake compounded with grief - trying to salvage memories, on more than one level - the comparison of spilt coffee and tears - all very effective.... d:-) |
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