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Fine
by Glenn CurrierHow are you this morning?
Fine.
Is it all in the inflection?
a lyrical high pitch that sparkles
a quick low tone piercing the bone
a dual syllable starting out light but ending in the shade
Or is it in the hidden uninflected sadness?
The fruit of a thoughtful choice
to be there - clear air
for us to breathe the fresh day?
Oh, the circuitous route of that word.
Through the labyrinth
where bones resist
and sleep insists
in its foggy grip.
The remembered offense
that closed the door on yesterday
and pried open the clam of doubt
that haunted the night.
We cannot see the terrain traversed
in the journey
between
this morning
and
fine. 12/24/2011 Posted on 12/24/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/24/11 at 06:07 PM Is that not the situation mankind finds itself in? Words, those letters stuck together in an attempt to generate communication. That word 'communication' supposes something passing between two people at least, although I wounder sometime we don't have some form of communication within ourselves. I don't know how to define it but I think it exists. In any case thie is a 'Fine' poem with definit information that passes as communication to all who read it. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/24/11 at 06:31 PM You've expressed a world that revolves around that tiny little word! |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/25/11 at 01:44 AM At the first two lines I thought this was going to end up being really bad, but instead you immediately pulled me back in and took me on an interesting ride of perspective. Great stuff. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/26/11 at 04:20 AM Strong words..and I guess I will never hear "fine" the same, though I know it never was..final few lines..gave me chills! Opened eyes within a closed mind! Excellent |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/28/11 at 02:02 PM I love what you've done with this poem, Glenn, highlighting and bringing to the fore, a word like fine which to me is a much misunderstood word, which is designed much like a cork, a shield and an action much like pulling the rug from under one, from under the way you are really feeling. and so that feeling never gets said because we are always curtailing it with, putting a stop and a hamper on it with such words as fine, dandy, can't kick, but we are not fine, nor dandy and we do indeed need to kick once in a while, and fine, I find is a word, preventative to our letting out or letting down our poetic steam and hair. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/29/11 at 02:49 AM Hey Glenn. Seems too often we will hammer all over the wall and believe without doubt, that with each blow we hit the nail on the head. What is uninfected one day, is the next day's contagion. Thank you.
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| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/31/11 at 11:24 AM I use "fine" all the time to ward off deeper interrogatories, Glenn...this poem tells me why. Excellent! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/01/12 at 09:23 AM Best poem I have read so far (I always start with #1 on this "Hit Parade" of poesies! Thorughly enjoyed the Carlinesque look upon the duality of meaning of a mere word, which may mean something wicked or wondrous this way comes. More than a FINE poem. Into my favorites! |
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