Tom Miller Poems - 1997Continued Further Still
the greatest poem in the world
one day
i will write
the great poem
my master work
not today
the new guy
in our writer's group
we critique poetry
so the poet can
improve the poem
for this to happen
the poet must suspend
his ego and prepare
to be ripped to shreds
the reward is that the poems
may become better and
the poet may become a
better writer as well as a
better critical thinker.
enter the new guy.
he has decided his work
is exceptional, like he's
going to come in and
allow us the privilege of
his skill and knowledge
he reads his first poem.
i look at jim, and he looks
back, we both look at ron,
and then the three of us
look at jen. there is
going to be trouble.
i would strike the poem, jim offers.
it doesn't ring true. in fact, it doesn't ring.
jen chimes in, economy. too wordy.
your words cheapen the poem.
i don't get it, says tom.
am i supposed to get it?
ron adds, you have a number of inaccuracies,
misspellings, and misuses of grammar.
jim reiterates, strike the poem.
the new guy seems offended,
as if, how dare they. that's the last time
i bring perfect work to a criticism group.
he never came back.
his other poems must have stunk.
the taste
of all the memories--
she most fondly
reflected on the
quiet summer days
when mother picked
berries from bushes
and placed them in her
wicker basket to use
for jams and jellies
she would follow
close enough to
snatch one or two
and put them in her
mouth, tasting the
sweetness of a
naturally pure thing
the only pure thing
she ever had in her mouth
of all the memories
by the barn
uncle dan leering
what beautiful have you left
the wet sick taste of rotting fruit
gray brown grass once green
sky field of haze burnt umber
hot dusty riverbed
memory of living things held in stone
shadow silhouettes where people once stood
now in her eyes
trust given to tears
what beautiful have you left
when winds no longer whisper
through woods
when sunlight illuminates no color
or warmth
when
alone
we wander
zen swingset
several children
went out to the park to play
but the swing set had
the seats and chains removed
for safety concerns
so the children sat
beneath the A-frame
in the lotus position
and contemplated swinging
until they got bored
and went home