Skip to main content

scraps


i know the face
but i've misplaced the name
along with my car keys
and that song that goes
la di da di da
you know the one
c'mon help me out here

hey, how about the time
we bought apples at the Acme
i couldn't get over how delicious
was it September?
i'm trying to remember
don't all the best apples happen
in September?

your father liked September
back to school with Robert Hall
new jackets
shoes and socks
and don't forget
pencil cases and book covers
what a damn racket

the cup goes in the cupboard
that's how i remember
neat trick, huh?
i like tricks
just like a kid
otherwise i'd go in circles all day
looking for corners

Rene ~ January 2012

Comments

  1. this is very cool...misplacing the name along with the car keys and that song that goes la di da di da...just great

    ReplyDelete
  2. "The cup goes in the cupboard ..." Ooh, and those last two lines - WOW! So, basically, the whole last stanza - a gem.

    ReplyDelete
  3. The last lines,"otherwise i'd go in circles all day
    looking for corners".

    This was very fun. Thanks for sharing.

    ReplyDelete
  4. haha go in circles looking for corners...i like a well turned trick myself...you make the words dance rene...

    ReplyDelete
  5. la di da di da...Billion Dollar Babies? lol

    ReplyDelete
  6. Thanks everyone. This poem is for Jen, who suffers from Alzheimer's. To be honest I think we suffer for her as she is at the point of her illness where she is utterly delighted by the smallest thing, like rye bread, a dollar bill or a stuffed animal. God bless her if that is so.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Robert Hall ... now there's a name from WAY in my past ... I can still see the store front in my mind's eye. I remember how my mother could find delight in the simple things, like pie dough on her fingers, her favorite hymn, popcorn and Lawrence Welk. Beautifully written, Rene.

    ReplyDelete
  8. You made back to school seem delightful...why did it suck so much when I was doing it?

    ReplyDelete
  9. The tune is by Sting... remember him?

    ReplyDelete
  10. Looks like the artist had the same trouble remembering what exactly he was painting! Loved your little lapses. :)

    ReplyDelete
  11. You play a few neat (poetic) tricks yourself, I think. Excellent.

    ReplyDelete
  12. I like your true-to-conversational tone, the "damn racket" particularly, the bittersweetness.

    ReplyDelete
  13. aw, Rene. er, what did i mean to say here?

    ReplyDelete
  14. Excellent write - thank you.

    Anna :o]

    ReplyDelete
  15. Rene....you are amazing! You can always give such a wonderful slant to a prompt! Pure brilliance!

    ReplyDelete
  16. All the best apples come in September...love this...

    ReplyDelete
  17. I liked the different spin on this one, Rene. The last two lines, rock!

    ReplyDelete
  18. Fun, hip, cool. An enjoyable read. Thanks! I love it! :)

    ReplyDelete
  19. "La-di-da, etc." It's by Extreme. It's titled "More Than Words". At least that one is.

    Love you.

    ReplyDelete
  20. I went back and read this again after seeing your comment about the lady with Alzheimers - what a very poignant and sweet glimpse of her stream of consciousness - you captured her so well, with heart.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :

Popular posts from this blog

bridesmaid

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind  the tears  they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

blue willow

i don't like eggs but you knew this already i know you're thinking such a terrible waste but it's not, you see i'm feeding them to the dog she loves them just as much as i know she loved you and the way you walked her as if every single thing she sniffed mattered to you as well sorry, dear pardon my red wine opera crowd violin string tugging (your words) i ramble at breakfast like a fussy percolator but you knew this already morning is when i am most honest and vulnerable i know that's why you left after dinner oh god dammit you i miss you so much what i did before us is a mystery and what i do now is insanity i'm frying up eggs just to smell them again and to perhaps coax you down, from wherever you are for breakfast did you know i believe that there is still a ghost of a chance Rene Foran ~  April 2011 photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales click for more info