The poem below is about an (un) family–one that appears to be something that it’s not–a family where things seem to be order–but are, in fact, far, far from ordinary. It’s about family dysfuntion on a massively deceptive scale.
We wear nice clothes. We drive nice cars. We go to church, to school.
But–we are, in fact, none of those things.
We are the inversion of family.
(un)poem
everything begins and ends with appetite the edge of the photograph where the girl’s arm ends and the tablecloth begins again its grammar of red and white diagramming father / mother sister sister plates in their places knives to the right spoons roast chicken relics of 10,000 family dinners that swim white cat cadmium yellow to the windowsill on the east side of the house where we have set blue mason jars absorbing particles of spring the early face of april growing in the yard seeming untime unspace work room wood floor tangle of limbs jungled wet always never arriving
great poem, beautiful form
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Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it! Hope you’ll come back again———
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Powerful as usual.
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Thanks, Lisa–I’m so pleased it spoke to you!
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Scary stuff, Kathy…yikes!
Hugs,
Wendy
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Wow, Wendy. I hadn’t thought of it as scary, but I guess it is—–yikes, indeed?!
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More powerful poetry, from the heart.
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Thanks, Renee—glad it spoke to your heart!
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powerful piece, Kathy…
Have you heard of the broadway show, Next to Normal? It’s a powerful show–it won the Pulitzer Prize in 2010…
why do I bring it up? well…it’s all about a family–your piece reminded me of it…
I think you’d love it–
blessings
jane
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No, I’ve not heard of it, but I will check it out. Thanks, Jane!!!!!
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Excellent poem my friend!
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Thanks, Charlie. That means a lot coming from you!
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Hi Kathy! Just want to let you know that I am reading all of your posts. It’s just my head often hurts and my brain stops working and I can’t find the words to write a decent comment.
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Gosh, Lisa, I know what you mean! Not about my head hurting, but not having anything particularly insightful to say. It’s terrible if you feel like you HAVE to comment. Thanks, for reading, my friend–and comment when your head feels up to it!
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I need to unFacebook this: LOVE IT.
(Not LIKE it)
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unCOOL! Please do!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Very impressive: “have set blue mason jars absorbing particles of spring the early face of april growing in the yard”
Very well written poem!
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Thanks so much for reading my poem and taking the time to leave a comment. It’s fun to have a new reader, especially when that reader is a fellow poet. Hope you’ll come back soon. Can’t wait to check out your blog.
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