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Shorts - Joanne Huspek
enjoy.
wintersigh
1
winter is slowly peeling
her finest clothes off with a sigh
flowers bend their tender heads
to warm breezes by and by
a winter anniversary
i threw my heart off the high bridge
nearly three years ago
i laced it up in satin bows and when
the sun sank low
i took it from my pocket
i waved it at the town
i tossed that package overboard and
watched that baby drown
my heart is sailing smooth waters in heart heaven now
2
winter jumps to greet the spring
and breathes a gentle sigh
hyacinths will blossom soon
‘neath sunlight and blue sky
there’s nothing you can steel from me
i’ve no love left to fake
there’s no feelings left that you can stab
no heart left you can break
you send to me your letters
ones unopened in the hall
oh you’re a poet with no loss of words
yet you say nothing at all
there’s nothing you can steal from me i’ve no love left to hide
3
the earth turns over in her sleep and moans a wintersigh
Bed Full of Rain
it’s the last time ~
for the last time
i cancelled my subscription
to Words of Love
folded every crease
carefully
packed dishes and knick-knacks
in crumpled newspaper
divided closets and dresser drawers
into neatly labeled mine and yours
took the plants down
from their airy perches
for the absolute last time
baby it’s gonna be the last time ~
all the angry words
tearful scenes
open wounds
bittersweet moments
empty, hollow silences
all the useless shrieking
at 120 decibels
flying objects fracturing
the plaster on the walls
shattering into thousands
of razor-sharp shards
on yellow patterned linoleum
layers and layers of
misunderstanding
all the painful memories
are, as of now,
part of ancient history
for no more –
this is the last time
for the last time
take your hand
turn the key in the door
walk away
don’t look back
(never look back)
for the last time
for it’s the last time
sometimes i think
all you ever gave me was a bed full of rain
Fair Fields
In some silent morning
I will come to you unnoticed
and I’ll slip inside your daydreams
undisturbed.
And my song will fill your spirit
like the echo sounds of oceans
far away, now longing to be heard.
And the love that I hold here for you
shall surely come to find you.
Just as wildflowers kissed by morning’s dew
will forever here remind you
of those fair fields rolling in your mind.
When times are hard and troubled
sanctuary will appear within a word.
high expectations
hanging on a prayer,
she dandelions into town,
flirts expectations.
The Campbell’s Tomato Soup Tragedy
Mother immortalized Campbell’s soup
long before Warhol wore his first knickers –
the story already in her genes.
Not that she’s a vengeful woman
but it seems she takes a bite of life and
heads straight for the pit.
She’s resurrected that battered tale
so many times now, it hardly revives.
When she’s peeved at us,
or at work, or at the price of groceries,
she’ll point her accusations at me and shriek,
You look like your father!
I have to turn away and laugh.
My father was a rowdy and a rogue
before he realized he was a father –
he could have been a farmer poet.
The Campbell’s Tomato Soup Tragedy
began long ago when my father was dispatched
to purchase our dinner, the soup.
When he returned, hours late and soup-less,
high on cheap alcohol and mad at playing cards,
my mother bit that acrid seed
tenaciously, never letting go.
Some things are difficult to swallow
but I’ve never seen any wrong
that couldn’t be forgiven with tenderness.
Tragedies always lie in pools of stagnant love.
I’m a wasteful wanton womanchild,
a willful troublemaker –
yet still a lizard skinned survivor.
Debris remains of loves lost and unrequited,
pain is harbored in this port,
haunting hurts linger that should be forgotten.
When I look in the mirror to muse of
my father, through my own silvered reflection,
I see a Campbell’s Tomato Soup can,
the shrill voice nagging is now my own,
my mother’s face transposed above mine.
I look like my father, huh?
I have to turn away and laugh.
Black Star
his grandpa was a cowboy, he said.
you nod in silence –
your dreams are riding the range.
a little wine, a little smoke
helps ease the loneliness
shake off the chains –
lose those midnight blues.
you laugh and joke,
HA! your smiles are plastic
poses molded from the pain.
and still you choose
too much wine and smoke
and strawberry madness.
now you’re backed against the floor.
he leans toward you from another galaxy
and shouts in a foreign frequency
heyareyouallrightdownthere?crazybroad!
o-zoned again.
lonesome cowpoke, roll me in your