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Weary Blues
Poems by Maureen A. Sherbondy
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Excerpts
Rocking
There is a room that sun never enters
in a cabin in the forest
beneath the weeping willow trees.
In a cabin in the forest
a gloomy child sits upon a chair
rocking back and forth, wordless here.
A child weeping beneath the willow trees
biding time in a cabin in the forest,
there is a room that sun never enters.
Loud voices thunder and boom in the kitchen
while a thin child rocks and weeps so quietly
in a cabin where silent bats cling to the eaves.
Windows covered in dust and bugs,
anger looms in a cabin in the forest
no one sees inside the tear-blurred rooms.
In a cabin in the forest where nothing blooms
there is a room that sun never enters,
while a child quietly rocks and weeps.
Alone, unnoticed as the smallest stone
buried in the dirt beneath the weeping
trees inside the forest, a cabin no one hears or sees.
The Eleventh Commandment
Thou shall not covet my therapist
I mouth to the empty waiting area air,
then imagine barging inside that closed room.
Fifteen minutes beyond my assigned appointment
slot, today I need every single minute, every iota of time.
I’ve got a mountain of worry to spill;
it’s been a terrible month; I want to rip
September from the calendar wall, forget
it ever was.
The roof leaking, the car breaking down,
(I need a tow, a tow from the road of despair),
the shower glass imploding into a thousand sharp bits.
Did I mention the pipe breaking, no water
for a week, the plunge in the market, and vanishing friends.
Minutes tick away, I eye the closed door, cursing
out the patient occupying my chair. Enemy, thief,
time absconder, how dare you take my venting seat.
Anxiety, that bitter ball lodged in my throat
rises up. I wait, leafing through magazines, staring
at that door, wanting to be called in, waiting
to unload the pain.
Cupid Returns to Recover His Arrow
The husband and wife returned home
to discover love had drained out
of their house.
During the night Cupid reappeared
to retrieve his arrow; there was
a shortage; new couplings needed help.
The wife rubbed her back
to soothe the sore opening;
the husband shrugged, then left.
It ended much as it had begun,
suddenly, with some surprise.
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