The Sound of Scampering
By Dainon Moody
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Author Dainon Moody is a self-proclaimed wanderer on the fabled road of life. In The Sound of Scampering, his first collection of poetry, Moody explores the unique world around him through verse rich in imagery and sensory detail extracted from his life experiences over the course of more than twenty years.
While many of Moodys poems cover relatable subjects, such as lost love, death, friendship, and nature, others offer an engaging, lighter look at life. He recalls what it is like to ride a runt calf, travel back in time to visit his newly wed parents, and sell roadside zucchini. With unguarded honesty, Moody contemplates the yearnings of his heart, his understandings of love, and his hopes for his future, ultimately encouraging others to do the same with their own unfinished lives.
My grandpa went quickly.
He forgot his granddaughters name short months before
she was by his hospital bed, playing hymns for him on her violin.
And, when they laid him in his grave, soldiers
shooting up the air, a folded American flag,
my cry was one I hadnt the time to practice.
I lost all strength, some oxygen and time
nearby sisters keeping me from falling
my chest caving in. Its the first and last time
I understand the depth of sadness
that gets forced into a sob.
from Three Cries (and None for Help)
Dainon Moody
Dainon Moody earned a bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Utah State University. He is a marketing writer who has been known to play Neil Young’s Harvest loudly on the turntable at three o’clock in the morning. Dainon lives in Orlando, Florida. This is his first poetry collection.
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The Sound of Scampering - Dainon Moody
Handled with Care
When she who still ought not be named
asked me in that single fated phone call
if I had anything or one I cared for, looked after—
an ex, a child, a pet—I was not fully prepared
to say that, yes, I have a lone plant that craves
an open window during the work week,
lets down and reaches up long, splendored leaves
when let out on the porch weekends,
begs me to flip that Johnny Hartman record already
all the times in between.
Maybe, too, I could have mentioned the three cats
one yard over, the very ones I keep trying to entice
with cans of tuna (and again just now)
though they’ve perfected disinterest,
constantly fail to prove they can purr.
I don’t even look after myself all that well.
That’s neither here, there.
Still, why the question from this mother
of two, married wife of one? Was there
a right answer to give, if I’d tried to find it?
It goes back in the drawer with the unanswereds,
as she’ll not call again and I’ll not have to
not pick up when she doesn’t at this last
and finally and forevermore already.
The Show-Me State
(In the Beginning)
Secret Prayer
This is in the hours before my beginning
as I stroll into this place
a hippied commune of a town later,
now it’s ripe with redwoods
more green than the beaches ever see,
this the California dreams are made of.
There is my mother, no cares worn
on her face—none deep in her eyes
when I stare for minutes and hours.
There is my father, never knowing
more than wanting to provide,
go-to-where-the-job-takes-him type.
They’re renters now, still so caught up
in the new birth of their first,
she with the mouth like his,
smiling eyes like hers.
He hasn’t had the chance to create my name quite yet
so he fiddles with his Polaroid,
captures her black and whites instead,
the shots looking like they’re torn
from a baby catalog even now, even later.
If he were to look in my direction
he might see a piece of his handiwork,
sniff out some air of the familiar. I have
a secret to share with both (not all