Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Healing of an Amateur Sleuth



author’s note:

This poem was influenced, in part, by the tale of the handless maiden.

For more, check out Robert A. Johnson's wonderful book, The Fisher King and the Handless Maiden.


THE HEALING OF AN AMATEUR SLEUTH

I worried about the woman in my dream...

though her cut had stopped bleeding
a hand amputated at the wrist
would seem to be beyond
even our best healing powers.

We may track backward
to the scene of the crime
but aren't we already aware
of how angry buzz-saws
rip off limbs?

But I guess some are born
to investigate dark corners--
to look, to listen, to sense--

to go below, to go beyond

and then to fit together
what they have gathered--

to ponder, to wonder
and through this deep thought
to feel.

Maybe we're just amateur sleuths...

but my latest dream
would seem to indicate
this attempt to feel
what we'd often rather reject
can return to us
those essential appendages
with sensitive nerve endings

because when I saw her again last night
after an absence of years...

she was
a little green lizard
laughing in the forest--
its tail having grown back
from just a stump.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
bloneironic

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1 Comments:

Blogger Goldenrod said...

This poem kind of reminds me of something Maya Angelou said ... ... "You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, the encountering may be the very experience which creates the vitality and the power to endure."

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