because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

waiting (outside the same cafe where i wrote my mother’s funeral poem)

across the street, two men
argue over the ubermensch,
and a cricket hops brokenly
cross paving stones. from

the corner, scrying: how long
have we sung summer songs
and dreamt of october? running
yellows as they slip to fall,

sometimes it feels
like putting a bandaid
on a bleeder, not tying it off
with knots-in-silk. surgeons

would know these things,
but it is too late
to catch the sun heading
already south, and south

again. across the street,
two women argue
over love & champagne.
the cricket is gone. a maple

tree sighs sickening
as it sleeps in an ocean
breeze, and finally
october yawns & stretches.

10 responses

  1. ubermensch, (explain use here)

    October 1, 2012 at 6:58 pm

    • ubermensch, the Over-Man. it wouldn’t be a true café experience without some Nietzsche being thrown around, yes? true story, by the way. (that part, at least.)

      October 1, 2012 at 7:19 pm

  2. ha i like the inclusion of the over man…and the people…both times a couple…of course the cricket stole the show for me as well….but the band aid, bleeder silk knots and surgeons are the heart for me…the emotion underlying the scene…

    October 2, 2012 at 6:00 am

    • thanks, brian. yeah, this piece has a little of everything. 🙂

      October 3, 2012 at 10:31 am

  3. Ubermensch! Love it – I aspire to just plain mensch. Loved it all but esp.
    a maple

    “tree sighs sickening
    as it sleeps in an ocean
    breeze, and finally
    october yawns & stretches.”

    loved this, mosk

    October 2, 2012 at 7:12 pm

    • thanks, mosk. some days i feel like just plain mensch would be good for me, too 😉

      October 3, 2012 at 10:33 am

  4. hobgoblin2011

    strong piece. Love the end line in stanzas 2, 3, 6 & 7. Also, the title really flavors expectation before a word is even read, really useful…would’ve worked without the information, but would’ve read as a completely different poem. I tend to notice things like that, and find myself drawn to the ways lines, stanzas and entire poems can transcend a variety of meanings, dependent upon a variety of factors. Excellent read.

    October 3, 2012 at 12:55 am

    • thanks so much for your insights regarding the title. i appreciate, as always, your stopping by & taking the time to comment.

      October 3, 2012 at 11:28 am

  5. Love this, Joanna. Sigh.

    October 3, 2012 at 8:58 pm

  6. I really like your writing style. Your poems are full of imagery and just beautifully written.

    October 19, 2012 at 11:40 am


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