Thursday, September 23, 2010

Heartbeat Drumbeat

author's note:

“...inside human beings
 is where God learns.”
      --  Rainer Maria Rilke


I drum
and feel
foolishly proud
when the boom boom
becomes a rose
that fills the room--

I believe my hot blood
reddens the rose.

But if I really listen
I will hear how
the gift of the rose
is the gift of a heartbeat
only on loan to me--

that heartbeat drums me.

© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Shadow Woman Poem

author’s note:

“The only thing I know about my shadow is that it’s a long one.”
           --  Charles Gibson, network TV anchor

Mr. Gibson made the above remark while hosting the “Good Morning America” show.

It was in reference to Ground Hog’s Day.

Casual conversation reveals volumes.


Even on my fungi-neuron days
I can be caught
in a sky mood unexpected--

held thus, I will quit
arguing with the weather--

and I won't wrestle the woman
who holds me thus--

the truth is:
we can never put her down.
She follows me
like the shadow
attached to my heels.

Once, in a public place,
I whacked the shadow
with a cane.  Everyone felt
the vibration--someone stopped
spooning soup.

I felt so embarrassed
that I composed and spoke
this poem on the spot--

reassured by my resurrection,
the whole place then resounded
with peace.

Which is one reason I write
these soliloquies.

© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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Thursday, September 02, 2010

Blessed Weight

author’s note:

I have no children.  This poem came after a very pregnant store clerk had shown me a humidifier on display.

Perhaps I picked up on her fear.  Perhaps I also picked up on her love for her child.


We bought the humidifier
for the baby because
we worried our dust
would fill the baby's lungs,
could fill the baby 's limbs--

thus, our child might stumble,
might fall down
for all its life.

How could we live
under the weight
of such a mistake?

So, we set our hopes
on the humidifier

but the humidifier
could not damp down
the particles of our fear--
our fear for the baby's future.

The baby inhaled
the fear we exhaled--
our fear burdened the baby's lungs,
our fear burdened the baby's limbs.

Even so, the child could still stand,
could still walk, could still
open the door.

Working under such a weight
our child became strong--
we made our child strong.

Now the adult
that's still our baby
continues to learn,
continues to strengthen,
continues to rise above
--just as we do.

Our child the adult
now wants to fly.

So perhaps there’s a plan
after all.

© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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