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

first draft for a happy ending

sam's beach at westerly
if this poem
were a love song,
it’d sound like Patsy Cline

on a late night out
on the corner of Broome and Mulberry,
the streets filling up with darkness

as you wrap your arms
around my red-stilettoed silence.
its only melody would be the swell

of a gray-green Atlantic
breaking on the shores from Hatteras
to Westerly, where i wrote names

in the sand. early May was once
a time for love songs, you see, but
i have generally forgotten

how they used to go. so this poem
is just a poem, though it slips
off the tongue like quicksilver,

like that lemonade
we bought from those girls
in Gale’s Ferry, a block from where

you used to live.
this poem and i, we
can appreciate the tang

of memory, its pucker & squint,
just as we do a fear of falling, as if
we were dancers

on a pole at the top of a forty-
floor walkup with one arm flung wide.
it was a dream i had, once,

but whether the pole was hope
or doubt this poem won’t say,
so i am never sure when to let

go & have never yet
learned to whistle. much less
to sing.

18 responses

  1. This was one of my favorite poems of yours…there was a tone to it which I found most appealing and honest.

    May 7, 2013 at 9:04 pm

  2. The title drew me in and then I loved the feel of this. I love that none of the sentences end at the end of a stanza except the last one. There is wistfulness, a drop of bittersweet and mostly honey here and I enjoyed every thick, golden morsel. Whoever this woman is, tell her I really like her point of view and I love her talent, big as the ocean and just as refreshing.

    May 7, 2013 at 9:14 pm

    • mostly honey, yes, Mosk. πŸ™‚ good to hear from you.

      May 8, 2013 at 9:23 am

  3. I believe you sing in a very strong voice! This just took me on a journey, easy to get lost in your story.

    May 7, 2013 at 9:40 pm

    • on a journey… kinda exactly what i was hoping for! thanks, andrea. πŸ™‚

      May 8, 2013 at 9:25 am

  4. ha. really cool progression in this one…appreciate it like we do a fear of falling…smiles…i like that…and lemonade…one of my fav drinks….slp said it, there is an honesty to this and yet a strength as well that makes this verse very appealing…want to hear this one next time i come up….

    May 7, 2013 at 10:35 pm

    • i’ll keep that in mind. i do take requests, you know. smiles.

      May 8, 2013 at 9:29 am

  5. 1emeraldcity

    I love, especially, that second stanza..:) Great write!

    May 8, 2013 at 6:00 am

    • thanks, jacquie! πŸ™‚

      May 8, 2013 at 9:34 am

  6. I love coming here.

    Awesome as always.

    May 8, 2013 at 7:49 pm

    • that comment made me smile. thanks, wanderer.

      May 9, 2013 at 11:14 am

  7. Loved this. Etta James instead of Patsy Kline I would have preferred…some lovely windswept imagery here. Nice…. reminiscing,whimsy and wistfulness.

    May 9, 2013 at 4:17 am

    • aw, I had to go with Patsy. she’s from my home town. πŸ™‚ windswept, yes, a good word for it. thanks for commenting.

      May 9, 2013 at 11:20 am

  8. go & have never yet
    learned to whistle. much less
    to sing.

    Me neither. Anyway they are much overrated. Dreaming is just fine.

    May 9, 2013 at 5:45 am

    • cheers to that, Carl!

      May 9, 2013 at 11:26 am

  9. Great imagery–and I’ll second Patsy Cline. Very nice.

    May 9, 2013 at 12:36 pm

    • sweet! is there a “like” option here for comments? πŸ˜‰ thanks.

      May 10, 2013 at 9:07 am


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