we all end up somewhere…

 

snugged into a coffin

or stuffed in a wall

 

or flung into the air

or left in a vase

 

on someone’s

grim hearth

 

…or in the hall closet

where we discovered dad

 

who mom had zipped up

in a bowling ball bag

 

yet no matter, brother,

that you offed yourself

 

the family will

dutifully flock

 

to a place

suitably inspirational

 

where we will

share our love for you

 

in words that

catch brief light

 

as they rise

and then fall

 

 

 

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sanberdooboy

I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

26 thoughts on “we all end up somewhere…”

  1. Doesn’t really matter where we end up does it. I remember when my dad died twenty five years ago… where he was – was gone. There was nothing more absolute than that fact.
    Well written Michael and though there was a lightness in the verse, “yet no matter, brother…” struck like a hot ember on a bare chest, leaving no doubt about the depth of your words. Also beautifully ended.

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    1. your image of a hot ember on a bare chest describes so well the pain. oddly enough, it also helps me to understand why i and my family need to laugh, sometimes until the tears run. i again appreciate your personal response and your ability to read with such sensitivity.

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    1. dear nia, this poem seems to have rendered several readers wordless. i think that, for one thing, it is a difficult topic for most of us. but thank you for being a loyal and supportive reader. your support and good will mean a lot.

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  2. Lovely and gentle, humorous and heartbreaking. This poem exhibits so well the tension between what we know and what we don’t know…how we yearn to understand…our wish to comfort ourselves and each other…and that the best we may have to offer, in our perpetually mystified search, is compassion and humor. Thank you for sharing this.

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  3. Michael, I enjoyed this poem, the always tough subject of the end, and the slight interjection of humor. Masterfully crafted. I can visualize the family gathering, as mine has many times, and the wonderful ending in the rising and falling of words. You also do an excellent job of reading your poems.

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    1. thanks, L. T. for such a thoughtful reaction. and thanks also for the comment on the reading(s). they give me a chance to direct readers to an interpretation of a poem, not the “one” interpretation but perhaps an avenue they might not have thought of while reading the poem to themselves. have a great new year!

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      1. It certainly worked very well for me, and had a very good flow and pacing. I have yet to ever anticipate how anything I write will be read … I’d like to say it is part of the magic of writing. But mostly it is the source of dark confusion and surprise. 🙂

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