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Two Thanksgiving poems


          

           Writing at Night

I had planned to write about that owl tonight.
I heard him calling from the wood, but now
I’m thinking that I should write my will.
I’ve put it off as long as I could.
I should list all my assets and debts,
my most treasured and valuable goods,
pay the balance on lost bets
for those I leave behind.

Maybe I could just write a letter
to everyone I’ve wronged, that I’ve maligned,
make this page an apology for all
the things I’ve screwed up in my life,
all the things I sought but could never find.
Or, at least, leave a thank you note
for having had it.

Copyright 2009 – Tall Grass & High Waves, Gary B. Fitzgerald



           Thanks in April

Cats asleep on the porch,
stretched out in the sun
this warm and quiet afternoon.
She’s out brushing her horses.
Errands are done…nothing
that can’t wait until tomorrow.

So I’m just drinking a beer,
enjoying spring’s usual grand entrance.
Dragonflies shimmer in the air,
butterflies and bees already hard at work.
I hear the buzzing, almost the fluttering,
in the still.

I’m somewhat ambivalent about
what’s been and what may come.
What’s past I can’t change
so I just worry about tomorrow,
what must be done.
But for all of the troubles before me,
this exact moment,
is so absolutely perfect
that I’m sure it was worth it all.


Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns-New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
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Thanks Gary. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones. How's the new doggie?

Hope everyone has a fine turkey day,

Chris
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Thanks for giving.
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Hi libramoon (aka LC emoticon ).

Thank you for thanking me. A friend of mine, the writer William Michaelian, once described me as ‘Johnny Appleseed’ because I sprinkle my poems all over the poetry ‘blogosphere’. I told him: “Well, if nobody gets to read them then what’s the point of writing them?”

Hi Christine.

Our new (old) dog is doing fine. We named him Hunter. He is incredibly well mannered and just sort of moved right in. He is at least 10 years old (we’re guessing) since he is a little gray and moves a little slowly, but he has become a regular member of the family. He gets along fine with our other dog, Kalie, and pays no attention to the cats or the horses.

We still find the timing of his arrival strange since he showed up just days after our dog Cody died. It is also unusual that he is also an extra big dog as was Cody (Great Pyrenees). We have, over the years, had many other mysterious animal appearances after the death of one we were close to. I have never discounted the possibility of reincarnation. If one considers things from a spiritual yet practical perspective, somehow this makes sense. After all, if souls are indestructible, what sense does it make to have twenty or thirty billion of them hanging around in the ‘after-life’ when they could just drink from the ‘river of forgetfulness’ and come back here. It might be a way to right former wrongs, visit the ones you love still living or even just a simple vacation of sorts for those now insubstantial (after all, there’s no beer in Heaven, is there?). Who knows? Only the dead know for sure.

There is an old myth in Ireland that the souls of the dead will reappear as a white butterfly. After my brother died I wrote this poem…based on a true experience.



My Only Brother Died


So now my brother’s dead as well
and but for me, none left.
All the family has passed.
I take with me when I leave
every tear and memory and laugh,
all the glory and the hardship and the shame,
a history of generations now gone by.

Only I remain to plot the course
on this current through the night,
to reach and tack against restless swell
this proud yet soon abandoned vessel
of family name, torn sails and broken lines
behind me dragging across these lonely seas.

What ports unseen, I wonder, now give haven
to those who sailed with me,
how breach this distance?
What signal fire can he now light
from such dark and unknown shores
to let me know he sees this ship,
the tattered colors on the mast
that I alone still fly. How breach this silence?

I saw a slender, brittle branch today
in the chilly Autumn wood, sagging,
weary in the breeze, a single, lonely leaf
upon its tip, the last.
I felt a tear begin to sting beneath my eye.

Then I saw a butterfly.


Copyright 2008 – HARDWOOD-77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald


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hi Gary,

Thanks for the update on Hunter, the timing of his appearance is remarkable.

Hope you had a very good Thanksgiving,

Chris
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Enjoyable reads all, Gary. Yes. It is the time of the year when we give credence to the dead and to the not yet born. By way of poetry conversation here is an old thing on one of your themes.

To all my friends who've gone to stay,
some I've lost, some I failed,
some the ones who had to let go,
who had to keep to where
the home-feeling could
come and wait for them.
You still keep with me here
and lively like New Year's Eve,
and in the really close way,
the way when you've
kissed the trees.

Tere
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Thank you, Tere. Not only for your beautiful poem but also for chiming in. I was afraid that you were still mad at me.

As I said to my wife today, life just seems to give us one surprise after another. Today is the anniversary of the death of my mother, who died twenty-three years ago. But I also just learned today that it is the birthday of one of my favorite poets, William Blake. Go figure. I never knew this. I have to wonder if they planned it that way. emoticon

You said:

“It is the time of the year when we give credence to the dead and to the not yet born.”

This reminded of some poems I wrote.



           Hello

Hello, everybody.
I miss you all.
I’m sorry I haven’t been
to see you, but
it’s not my fault. After all,
you’re buried all over
the damned country.
I can’t drive that far.
But being that you’re dead,
I figure you can hear me
anyway.
Hello, everybody.
I miss you.

Copyright 2008 – HARDWOOD-77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald



           For You Not Yet

As I write, right now, your mother
is the size of a pea.
She will grow and be born
and not hear of me.
You at this time
do not even exist and only
by luck and grace will you be
if your mother survives
and gets married.
But I write not for your mother
or even right now.
Now knows nothing of me.
Now knows not what I do.
I write for tomorrow, for they
not yet here.
I have written for you.

Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns-New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
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Never was mad at you, Gary. Rave on, my friend. Rave on.

Tere
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"Rave on."

An interesting turn of phrase.

On another site a friend in Ireland called me a "poetry nymphomaniac".

I can only hope that I don't seem to be as mad as William Blake was.

But then, I can only hope that I am as mad as William Blake.

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Actually the phrase is lifted from an old Van Morrison song: "Rave on, John Donne." Listen closely to get the meaning.

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Tere
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