New poem: Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow
(Claude Monet, 1919, Kimbell Art Museum)

I am compelled to visit you, and often,
To leave out from amongst what’s new in search of
Your permanent sadness, greens browns blues dripping
Alongside every other color, all the
World in one painting, grieving yet beautiful
Still, still alive beside the red red water.

 

Here is the painting. It’s my favorite. Here is another poem I wrote about this painting a couple of years ago.

 

© Beth Henary Watson 2017

New poem today: Half-dreams

Dreaming of impermanence, photo by m o n c h o o h c n o m in the public domain courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons

Dreaming of impermanence, photo by m o n c h o o h c n o m, available in the public domain courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons.

 

Half-dreams

Between the wine-induced
Night waking and the damnable
Beeping of the alarm,
My conscious levitates, entertains
Compromised thoughts closer to
Dreams than to the wide-eyed
Reality of 4 a.m.:
A sense of clocks ready to chime;
My children’s faces enlarged,
Swollen like the Hindenburg,
All baby teeth that bite
At my guilty heart;
Loose ends nagging,
Knocking about in the dark.

 

© Beth Henary Watson 2017

 

 

New Poems, Part II

 

New Poems

As I wrote yesterday, I am posting batches of poems over the next few days to clear out my backlog. These will be arranged by (hopefully) helpful categories.

I would be honored to have your feedback, and for you to let me know in the comments if you have a favorite.

Dreams
He hopes it takes off

Crappy jobs
Because I said (The Bad Boss)

Marginality
Pattern

Motivation
Dead end

Individuality
Nothing important

Thank you for reading!

 

 

He hopes it takes off

It will take off, this great adventure of yours,
They told him, and we’ll be your best customers,
Said most of his friends who’d done nothing like it,
Risk more than everything for a dream, a hope, really,
Because he was young and carefree and could do that:
Chance it all for a chance that he could be more
Than his mates for sure and move in new circles,
Among people who worked hard but who got
To call the shots, never had to punch a clock
Because they owned the time-keeping software.
He hoped it would take off, needed it to
In the next six months before his savings ran out.

Because I said (The Bad Boss)

His tone, though civil, said
Evacuate A-SAP
Run if you know what’s good
Not only for you, but
For your wife, for your kids,
Lest I ruin your life
With what I do not know.
But I’m in charge, so there:
That’s all I have for you.
There’s no time for questions.

Pattern

Little do we realize
How set the pattern is–
Cut out, supplied for free
In the form of day and night,
Hours seconds minutes,
Waking and sleeping,
Sex and commerce;
How we must in most ways
Conform or die,
Die after too many waking nights,
After sex one time too many;
How our most outlandish selves
Cause but a minor change
To the preexisting pattern,
A touch of fringe
On a finished hem.

Nothing important

Nothing important
Ever happens here
In our everything,
That place where we go
Inaccessible,
Where we are famous,
Feel inviolable,
Though, like royalty
Anywhere, subject
To occasional
Hostile incursions.

Dead end

Reached a dead end,
Beat beat beat my head
Into it until it bled,
Both my head and the end
If you looked closely enough
To see it, but I found
If I applied little more
Leverage, a solid kick
Would solve the problem.

New poems

New Poems

 

Just because it’s been a ridiculously long time since I posted on this site does not mean I have not been writing. To make up for lost time, over the next few days I’ll be posting batches of poems, five at a time, by (hopefully) helpful categories.

I would be honored to have your feedback, and for you to let me know in the comments if you have a favorite.

Dreams
Failure to fly

Aging
His world was bigger once

Friendship
Shrap

Nature
Star haiku

Children
Good times

Star haiku

Stars fill in the gaps
After the city lights fade,
Cool night’s warm promise.