Retrospect
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Larry D. Powell
Larry D. Powell served as a minister in The United Methodist Church for forty-five years before retiring in 2005. He is a graduate of Hendrix College and graduated with honors from Candler School of Theology. He and his wife, Terri, make their home near Conway, Arkansas. Stones is his seventh book.
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Contents
PREFACE
Childsong
Once Upon a Childhood Day
Shoe Soul
Red Rose, White Rose
For a Rose Unfaded
Let There be Light
When Papa Played the Harp
Amos
JEFF
Just Wondering
Green Leaf Gone
The Mirror
The Day the Fires Went Out
The Poet
The Garden
Old Man Remembering
My Cathedral
Tribute to a Lone Oak
Field of Diamonds
Autumn Morning
Softly Lies A Garden
The Wellspring
In My Mind
Out of the Depths
Retrospect
The Encore
On Being Premature
Death
Nature
The Jonquil
PREFACE
Life proceeds linearly in segmented stages: infancy, childhood, adolescence, youth, and adulthood. Moreover, each stage can conceivably have its own sub-set of stages. For example, the 1970’s included the poetic
stage of my adulthood. During that ‘segment,’ I wrote numerous poems, became a member of Poet’s Roundtable and attended at least two meetings of The Arkansas Writer’s Conference. That stage elapsed uneventfully and near the close of the 1970’s my versifications were packed away, out of sight, out of mind.
Approximately 38 years later, during the reshuffling of desk-drawer accumulations, a number of time-yellowed pages lay strewn upon the carpet within reach of my desk. What are these?
my wife, Terri, asked, already fingering and scanning pages she had retrieved from the floor. Even as I explained, she was settling herself onto the small couch adjacent to the desk, concentrating more upon what I had once written instead of what I was saying at the time. You ought to do something with these,
she declared. Waiting politely until the conclusion of my confident assurances of futility, she replied, Well, then, do it for ME.
And that is how these poems got out of the drawer, off the floor, and into your hands.
With the exception of To a Rose Unfaded
(written in 1993), each piece appears here as originally written in the 1970’s. To alter even a word would misrepresent the ‘stage.’
It is sometimes remarked that if an explanation is required after something is told, it is an insult to either the hearer’s intelligence or the teller’s ability to communicate. On the following pages, the explanation precedes the telling, hopefully without insult to either the reader or writer.
PEOPLE
Someone has observed that one of the fringe benefits of parenthood is looking at your children after they are asleep. Those of us who have spent lingering, perhaps unexpectedly protracted moments doing just that understand completely. Another equally precious fringe benefit is listening to your children’s softly fading voices as they sing themselves to sleep. Or, for that matter, your children singing anytime they think no one is listening. Such was the inspiration for this 1972 piece, Childsong.
Childsong
Children’s high pitched voices,
Singing words that seldom rhyme;
Broken lines, quite repetitious,
In a tune that’s out of time.
Wearing clothes from grown-up closets,
Floppy shoes upon their feet;
Singing songs, when no one listens,
As they saunter down the street.
Beneath the tree, a little city,
Tiny cars and plastic men;
Busy hands forget we’re watching,
And we hear a song again.
Shadows lengthen into darkness,
Evening prayers and goodnight words;
Sleepy heads on downy pillows,
Try to sing and not be heard.
We have heard cathedral choirs,
And skillful fingers play on strings;
Yet, we have heard no sound more precious,
Than the children when they sing.
British pop singer, Michael Mick
Hucknall, frontman for the group, Simply Red,
wrote and performed a song released in 1985 entitled, Holding Back the Years.
I mention the song here only to refer to the title. If only we could fathom some arcane phrase or concoct a prodigious anti-aging elixir to prevent the relentless advancing of years. But to press the matter beyond selfish interests, wouldn’t it be phenomenal if it were possible to freeze-frame (at least temporarily) precious, melancholy moments in the lives of our children? At times, it is more than a little disconcerting to observe natural growth and development steadily peeling away layer after layer of their child-ness. Oh, we understand the maturation process well enough and certainly would not wish them to be children forever. We just want to hold back the years in special places long enough to unwrap our heart from those who keep tangling it up. Precious memories don’t always linger. Oneday, they leave home. Realizing that day was inevitable and grievously aware that time, like light, has its own speed, I struggled with the words of Once Upon A Childhood Day
in the midst of a sentimental lapse sometime in 1970’s.
Once Upon a Childhood Day
He stood alone for a moment,
In the middle of the room,
Took his first step,
And then his little legs gave way.
Reaching down to stand him up again,
I lost a little more of him today.
Across the yard and down the sidewalk,
Skipping gayly off to school;
At the window, I watch him turn the corner,
Feeling what I cannot say,
Tender moments whisper to me,
You lost a little more of him today.
He