Fugue in a Minor Key
I fit
no simple frame,
I have no pigeonhole,
no snug category in which
to thrive;
too weak
for submission's obedience, That face:
too old for attraction, those distant eyes -
and far too strange how could one not see them?
for love. They looked as though they could see right
I guess it pays to be loud, sometimes. And the intention was clear, wasn’t it? That the last stanza gave you a chuckle makes me smile. I am glad you liked this poem, and that it brought good memories to your mind. Thanks for reading!
Oh, yes - that story comes right to mind. What makes me happy is that this poem connected with you in ways perhaps tangential to my imagination, yet which intrigue and connect. And I recall those candy bins, too. Many thanks for finding this so early in your day...
Volume
Today I wore my orange shirt,
in hues so bright it almost hurt,
yet if without it, you would fail
to see that I was there to flirt.
Indeed, despite my hearty hail,
right past my face you'd likely sail;
unless I wear my jersey bright,
my efforts are of no avail.
I know my chance is very slight,
but I will not give up the fight
to win you from the sparkling crowd
and dance with you into the night.
And later, when we're each avowed,
we'll
There is a feeling of growth and positive change in this chapter, despite the news about Geoff’s job. And I do feel so bad for Geoff. Yet, he’s learning how to talk to his boyfriend about his body, and what he likes, which is hugely important. And Tony is learning to trust Geoff with his own secrets. Meanwhile, Geoff edges closer to letting his mother know the truth...great chapter.
Your last line is immensely telling and inspiring: the last day again, is today.
There are times when I have wrestled hurts and memories and bad choices I have made. Your words will bring me strength when that happens.
But I am also struck by the safety, trust and comfort you recognize in the arms that hold, and the heart that loves.
Difficult chapter, this, because I know that Allen hurts so badly, yet lashes out at those who would love him. Joey is badly hurt, but maybe this time he'll come back to Ticker or Star. Or maybe Allen, despite the pain. I will be interested to see where you take this.
This poem captures images so perfectly. - I can see the waters, the flags snapping in a fresh, crisp breeze, bare trees - your drought clearly led to a beautifully blossomed rainfall.
You make me blush, you are that kind. I find myself drawn to the science and math poems, too. It is indeed the fun of getting at the kernel of meaning that makes these worthwhile to write. Thanks for reading these!
You caught me in my punctuation subtlety. Thanks for that. I am glad you liked the rapid-fire images laid down in Free Verse; I also liked ‘anxious gardens.’ There is much to chew on, surely. Thanks for responding to a challenging poem.
Your words are very generous, and I am very grateful. I felt the desire to break with the structures of form in Free Verse, and I’m glad that came through. And your observation on Walk is spot on.