Poem
for My Friend Duane
This
is a poem for my friend Duane.
He`s
looking for material—a poem, some lyrics, art—for his Web site.
It`s
a good site.
But,
as you know, this is not a good poem.
Really,
I am just throwing down a few lines.
Perhaps
something will happen.
(Is
the young lady at the bar looking at me? I think she is.)
But
I don`t think anything is happening.
(Ah,
she is looking at the door, behind me; the guy she has been waiting for
has just arrived.)
So
there is nothing magical here.
Not
even close.
Duane,
I tried. I am sorry.
I
will try again soon.
Mark Halliday: Poetry Failure
ReplyDeleteFor example, I wrote my first poem in 1976 about being in the Vermont house
after my mother’s death; she died the year before;
she loved that house. My father said he kept having moments
of thinking she must have just stepped outside for a minute
to weed the garden or to walk just a little way
along Prospect Street, for a few minutes only and now
almost now she’d be coming back, we’d hear the screen door,
Bev would be back and saying something casual about—
about the cats, Daphne and Chloe, or about Mrs. Yamokofsky next door
or about the pear tree, “or a colored stone she found.”
That was the phrase that ended my poem in 1976:
“or a colored stone she found.” The phrase rang slightly false
but I wanted it—the “ound” and “one” sounds sounded profound
and in 1976 “stone” was still a word guaranteed poetic.
But did my mother ever pick up colorful stones?
Wasn’t that more something I did fifteen years earlier?
In the poem I was trying to turn my ironic mother into
an ideal figure certified sweet like a child.
But what could I make her say? Something very sly and wry?
The poetry would be in her voice, the way of her voice being
hers—voice of my mother—whether the words were about
the cats or Mrs. Yamokofsky or potatoes to peel for mashing.
Not your mother. My mother. Poetry of her
saying in her Bev way “those potatoes” or “Mrs. Yamokovsky”
or “Daphne’s gone down by the Black River
but if we feed Chloe I’m sure she’ll be back.”
And my father and Kimbo and me just going “Yeah” or “In a minute”
because this was all just life.