Monday, September 08, 2008

Reduced To Almost Nothing

Reduced To Almost Nothing

I like a place with light, my mother
always said even though her bedroom
didn’t have much, those last years trapped
in a hospital bed sometimes. The bed’s my security
blanket, she’d say when things got really bad.
She and my dad now share space on the dresser
in their urns, reduced to almost nothing.
Sometimes I sit on the bed, the one my
mother did not move from very often, and I
watch the play of shadow and sun, and I don’t
mind that it’s so dark because sometimes
I get sick of looking at everything so clearly.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It's easy to fool the eye but it's hard to fool the heart."
Al Pacino

Cocktail Hour
Drinking novel suggestion: Hairstyles of the Damned Joe Meno

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!


Anonymous said...

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!--Silvio Dante(and congrats to my good friend James Gandolfini who was recently married in Hawaii)

Anonymous said...

I didn't kill anyone. Now I could go to jail for life.--OJ

Anonymous said...

I didn't kill anyone, either. I'm going to jail, too.--Kwame

JR's Thumbprints said...

Where's the feather?

Lana Gramlich said...

My mom was somewhat similar to this poem, except that (probably due to her near constant hangovers,) she craved the dark at all times. Her bedroom was like the batcave. She was a vampire in more ways than one, I guess...

the walking man said...

For some the shadowy cast of reflected light is clearer than direct illumination. Them that see, see no matter the state of the light. it is hard to escape your self.

Charles Gramlich said...

One reason I quit drinking is that, strangely enough, it always made the people in the world far too clear to me. Better not to know.

laughingwolf said...

pacino sez it all....

poetowen said...

Sad, moving poem.

Have been enjoying your blog. You really can write!

Anonymous said...


Billy Angel said...

Terrific poem, Michelle.