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Sisterfest
by Timothy SomersThe one who didn't make it
is the one to bear the brunt of
questions to the unsaid ear.
The critical,
the cynical,
for the one that wasn't here.
Occasions are the base of it,
the meeting of the girls,
their age is only ageless now,
occurring as the curls of time march by the house,
whatever house they chose to meet,
with tangled weights of vehicles
lined along the street.
The talk is not just catty
It's always laced with care
of how the boyfriend, husband, child
is rife of money, drugs, or hair.
They vulture forth in innocence
to blithely say the unsaid thoughts
theyve gathered for the day,
storing family secrets held and evident
to entertain, display
their erstwhile need for bonding in the
midst of
well,
sisters' family.
07/12/2008 Posted on 07/12/2008
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 07/12/08 at 03:46 PM Not related much at all I'm sure, but a month ago I saw the play, "August, Osage County," and this poem reminded me of it. The vast amount of secrets that go on yet the bonds that are formed based around those secrets almost seem doomed if one were to come out and all those bonds would come crumbling down. It is a delicate balance only some people can manage I suppose, but that also begs the question that if there weren't secrets then would they be closer or farther away from one another? ~JPP |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/17/08 at 11:12 AM Yes, women are universally different from men. A great write. |
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