Fragments
10-16-07

Let Us Endure
After Yves Bonnefoy’s “Let This World Endure”

On most dreary days
forgetting is not easy.
Cast a line into the past
drop it, bobbling upon silky waves
for any number of hurts
and aches will tumble to
the surface of a heart.

Forgetfulness has power
over the mind that dreams.
Wake to present horrors
of loss and anger, regrets
and shame while in those dreams
a cure weakens the soul.



Every time I feel lonely, it is September and
my father is gone. His laughter still rings
true, his sturdy hands holding our family firm.

Every time I hear a Cajun accent, it is my Dad’s
Voice reading to me, tucked across his lap,
Snuggling close to heat and heart.



Year One in Creative Writing

In the fall, we gathered our
voices, innocent and experienced,
for the sole purpose of creating something new.

In the winter, we shouted to the world
with songs and rare lines to the amazement
of the curious and profoundly mute.

In the spring, we gave birth with wings of poetry,
lifting our creations to the heavens praising
all the hard work and sacrifices poets crave.