jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

You've Heard of the Black Dog?

Dressing the Black Dog

I've watched sorrow pass
through me and on like torrential rain.

- Karin Gottshall

Were it slick and liquid
as this, passing on like hard rain,
you might stand outside in a downpour
leaving your poor umbrella
in its stand, gazing longingly
at your electrified body.

Were it squeaky-wheel-gets-the-oil
easy, so easy
that sorrow didn't bother to take
a number, just hopped
to the front of the line
without a ticket,
you would dash out
from in front of the bus
and climb on board.

Could you simply rub your glasses
with the tail of an ancient chambray shirt
and clearly see sorrow pass on
like a shadow hunted
by clouds at high noon,
wouldn't you wear five shirts,
extra large, grand as robes,
every day, no matter the heat?

It is almost holy,
a passing like this,
a blood through hole in palm
sort of miracle.
To watch the black dog
come and go,
exit through the entry wound
is a jagged cut
worth carrying the blade tip up.


Blogger Dave said...

Oh, I like this. It invites re-reading.

2:30 PM  
Blogger susan said...

Incredible images. I've read it a few times. Some lines trip me up, but I like where this is going.

3:30 PM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

I like this too, its intriguing

4:15 AM  
Blogger litlove said...

Just wonderful, once again!

12:44 PM  
Blogger ...deb said...

oh, jilly.

I do love this. The last stanza has completely floored me.

12:26 AM  
Blogger jillypoet said...

thanks so much everyone. my favorite poems are the ones that just sort of arrive, without too much pressure. my problem is, once they're here, i never know how to edit or if to edit or what...

9:40 AM  
Blogger Mariacristina said...

It's as if the narrator were in love with the intensity of her feelings, that sorrow, if it were a little easier, could turn in to joy. Only if...

A beautiful poel, jilly.

12:01 PM  
Blogger Karin said...

Lovely. I feel honored to have provided the epigraph!

Karin G.

1:44 PM  

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