Monday, October 27, 2008

moths at the window



Moths at the window

Some random shape against the light,
Edges lit with electricity; this wild
Creature desire and pique and you and I
Have something in common. Evening comes

Then drops into night like red peaches
to the ground. Do we grow old or just set in our ways?
The cat is lulled by the sound of keys clacking hard and
Uncertain against false paper.

And I think of how all Good Times sit
Firm and unblinking as pharaohs on a yesterday
Throne. A pink bulb throws light and heresy
On a photograph of me, younger and with more hair

Smiling as if to eat the world. To know you
Ten years is to know you ten minutes
Or less, and words garner silence. Let’s
Pick today like a fruit that cannot wait. Fear

Will visit and perch stern in the hall.
Friends will serve themselves up on a plate.
And personally I cannot grieve or wait
Another day to see what walks toward me, or away.

Love is still the hardest claim to stake, as if to say so would
void freedom, blithe, would cut nonchalance with the bluntest knife.
But when we laugh we touch gingerly on life
And beat against hard glass, winged.



suzanne finnamore

9 comments:

Jerri said...

"Let’s
Pick today like a fruit that cannot wait."

gorgeous.

Amy-in Ohio said...

The cat is lulled
By the sound of these keys clacking hard and
Uncertain against false paper.

I love, love this image.

George said...

Suzanne...yes, bring it on. You are so incisive. I am enchanted by both of these poems.

Linda said...

I just had a sudden urge to pop in here and boy am I glad I did. You rock the world, Suzanne. I smiled at the name on the mover's shirt. The Moths poem I need to read a few more times as it is early and I am not yet fully awake and I want to completely experience it.

FINNABLOG said...

yall ate the greatest. i'm bringing out more poems and i know that Moth has an inconsistency that i need to fix....

carylhayes said...

Suzanne, I wouldn't mess with it much, but I am a novice here. I loved it, and I am thrilled you are sharing this with us.
Oh, and I need something for a girlfriend who is going through a horrible time right now-her husband was cheating on her with a family friend, in their house, long story. They have 2 young kids, she wants to work it out, so angry and sad right now. What can I give her, I need a poem, a book about how to move forward?

FINNABLOG said...

carol,i just dont know. this is a terrible time for your friend, i doubt she can focus enough for books or poetry to help much, right now... god. but i do know one thing...send her to iVillage.com - they have a very safe anonymous Betrayed Spouse Support Group Message Board. she can vent, get advice, and much needed support there. i'll vouch for it. she should log on right away. it's a lifesaver.

carylhayes said...

You know, I thought about it after I asked, that everything is all too much for her right now. No book or poem, no platitudes or condolances. Then you give me your sage advise, and this is it, what anyone in her shoes needs. A place to vent. Thank you, for letting me use YOUR space for MY problem. And Suzanne, the poems are killing me, in a good way. How many ways can one say wow?

FINNABLOG said...

WELL LOTS. thank you...i;m looking around now for one i wrote called 'the marriage brokers'...