Ever since going through all drawers and files (as we moved out of the top two floors of our Brooklyn house and consolidated ourselves in the bottom two)…I’ve been going through files of unpublished poetry, or poetry published in long gone ephemeral small press publications.
Some I’ve gleefully tossed!
Some I’m revising.
And once in a while – I find something I’ve no quarrel with at all. For example:
Concert
Oboe and
a double bass
big as a baby elephant !
Dear mother
were you
that
big ?
Something’s all wrong
with this religious hush
The seat’s too tight
we’re in the dark
The player’s hand
cocks against the bow
Was I
the right size
mother?
this long vibration seizing
Tom Patterson
Lovely poem, Martha. Glad you found it. Hope you’ll assemble a ‘Selected Poems’ book one of these days.
Martha King
Yep, am thinking just that! Thanks, Tom.
Laurie Price
I agree wholeheartedly. It seems I’ve seen way too little of your work over the years, Martha, though what I’ve seen, I’ve so enjoyed and there are phrases and moments that really stuck in my brain/ear.
Martha King
Thanks, Laurie. I’ve spent much time in recent years on memoir (Outside/Inside) which I hope will be published sometime in the near future. Glad to be back to poetry, though. Different. A movement in time. YES!