MAY POETS

May 1, 2012 POETRY / FICTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fragile Parts

by

Heather Grace Stewart

 

 

life is fragile

 

and so is love

 

 

we think it, say it all the time

 

tell each other we’re going to

 

spend more time together, less time

 

at work/paying bills/reading

 

other people’s Facebook profiles

 

 

 

drive slower, eat better, love longer

 

because you never know

 

what tomorrow will bring

 

 

 

but life gets in the way

 

and we’re back to the races

 

not enough hours in the day

 

to call an old friend let alone

 

digest our food, savour our wine

 

say ‘I love you’ first.

 

 

 

It takes a tragedy

 

to pull us back to the basics,

 

Three year-old Dies Instantly

 

Hit by Speeding Car

 

In Daycare’s Backyard

 

 

 

It takes other people’s problems

 

Like the couple around the corner

 

two children under five,

 

couldn’t arrange their differences,

 

now  arranging custody.

 

 

 

life is fragile

 

and so is love

 

 

 

of course

 

you will forget this

 

in about five minutes

 

your boss will start

 

yelling at you or your toddler will

 

pee on the floor or

 

your phone bill will arrive and

 

you’ll wonder why, god damn it, you

 

got double billed again

 

 

 

you will forget about

 

the fragile parts

 

and go on surviving. 

 

(From ‘Where the Butterflies go’)

 

 

 

 

 

The Bard on Facebook

by

Heather Grace Stewart

 

 

If he were living today,

 

would Shakespeare

 

use Facebook?

 

 

 

Reluctantly and sparingly

 

or spellbound and addicted?

 

 

 

Imagine his updates:

 

Will Shakespeare can see a dagger before him.

 

Will Shakespeare is going to sleep,

 

perchance, to dream.
Will Shakespeare, now on Twitter, for

 

the Tweet’s the thing.

 

(From ‘Leap’)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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8 Comments

  1. Ronald Fischman May 02, at 16:24

    Andrew's retelling of the feminine ritual could come right out of The Feminine Mystique. The question is ownership. If the daughter owns her body, men, and other women, will love it and want to merge with it. If a man or woman owns his or her sexuality as a lifelong gift, it can last for decades. Obviously, the poet succeeded in evoking a collision of worlds and spheres.

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    • blackswanpoetry May 13, at 18:55

      Thank you Andrew for your comment. I love to see where my pieces are taken by the reader.

      Reply

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