………. I’m not sure about God.
I’ve seen too much of ugliness for it
to be intentional,
………. too much
of beauty for it not to be.
………. ………. Take,
……………….. the downtown silhouette
from across the Manchester Bridge
on a winter’s early evening, the
moon just shy of full, blushing
behind lit twelfth-storey windows, the soul-eyes
of a city half-wrapped in rivermist
and dinner plans, grinning teeth
of January jack-o’-lanterns reflecting
over rock and rapid.
Fourteenth and Main
on a rainy rush hour, drops
………. spilling river-ward through traffic light
and streetlamp, tires
leaving splashmarks across
the footprint of cavalry and
Better yet, walk with me
through the whispers
at Belle Island, where the voices of fallen prisoners
haunt the college kids sunning like
………. sea lions out over the self-same
rocks. (Have you seen what they feed them in those cafeterias lately?)
……………….. When autumn comes,
the waters will rise in waves, creeping up
………. on the empty beer cans and cigarette
……………….. packs, washing them down
past Chapel Isle and the ruins of the Confederate boatyard
as the river runs home.
take me to the old hospital
where McGuire’s successors taught
medicine with stolen bodies; no
chain-linkedSaint-named designer cure
for this gentlesoul. Andwhen
take me to
………. and a spot
……………….. where I can see the river
………. from a grave
without a cross:
not too sure about God.
16 thoughts on “grandfather on God and Richmond, right-justified”
ah but i guess one day we will be…and maybe they will answer a few questions…loved the culture in this…hope you get your place…smiles.
thanks, brian. glad you liked my history lesson though technically it’s my grandfather’s “place”… 😉
Great read, well written and conveyed.
I think you could start this at “Take, / for example,” and ditch the opening lines; you don’t need them. Nice images work your thesis well.
thanks, asthemoonclimbs– appreciate the feedback. There is definitely a triteness to the end of that first bit; I’ll give you that. I’m not sure that I agree about getting rid of it, though; I feel like it sets up the story and allows the ending to come full circle. And I like the impact of that very first line. Maybe the lines that follow need trimming… hmmm.
Anyway, cheers, and thanks again.
I admit you had me at the first line—perhaps a quicker lead into your examples though. Riveting imagery.
thanks, dustus; I’m particularly proud of some of this imagery. 🙂 And I suspect you may be right about a quicker lead; good advice.
I enjoyed the sweep of history and humanity in this piece, Joanna. I’ve loved my visits to Virginia, always trying to learn things from natives just by listening to them talk about their lives. So many bring up their forebears and the land and The War. You’ve got it all here, with a wonderful photo, to boot. Thank you for the wonderful trip!
Word choice,form, cadence, inference all contribute to the ease of read and beauty of the piece.
Glad I finished my day with this one!
Very intense and powerful, Siubhan! The contrasting examples, the fine lines between good and ugly.. it was all so beautifully done here!
Oh, and a peek at some of those historical monuments and city glamor…superb!!
Words Asunder (great name btw!), thanks for stopping by– appreciate your comments.
Joe, thanks. You got from this just what I was trying to give, I think. Next time you’re in Virginia, look me up! 🙂
Wow, Kim– happy to be able to end your day on a good note! Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
Kavita, always love one of your visits. Thanks mch, my friend. *hug*
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Well, as Buddy Wakefield said about God, “that guy hasn’t even spoken in like, ever.” (‘Information Man’)
Having trod over most of the ground that you mention (the Confederate Museum mural is a thing of beauty) I have to say you struck a solid middle chord between the narrative & the imagery. I took the pseudo-cliche moments as integral to the poem. Working with the familial historical line, it would be dishonest to ignore the cliche of the whole circle of life thing. It’s just how it is, especially given the cultural background implied.
At any rate, the overall poem read like an interview with an ethereal presence that had watched both ends of the story and was resigned to seeing it play out again & again. No, not God. (Great usage of that symbol. Serves so many purposes even for an atheist; by which I mean me, not you. Though if you are, congrats and if not, apologies. Enjoyed the poem; lotsa food for thought & next time I’m trampsing through the Fan drunkenly wondering where it was Jeff Davis walked when he needed to think, I’m sure this image will come to mind. Take care,
I like that quote.
I think you saw God for what he was here–a symbolic frame of reference to tie the thing together. You’re right–your beliefs (much less mine) are neither here nor there for the intents and purposes of this piece.
Tell ya what, next time you’re “trampsing through the Fan drunkenly” wondering about Jeff D., drop me a line and maybe we can wonder drunkenly together. 😛
Lol, deal. Though I think we should have god sit this one out. Smirk. Take it easy,
So random in the way it’s told. impressive