Thursday, November 28, 2019

RCP





That he died is not important.
He did that only once.
That he lived is everything.
He did that every day.

                                      {Happy birthday, Dick)                   


© 2005 Muriel Thumm

Saturday, November 23, 2019

On a Cold Day




On a cold day
in a late Fall
lying behind a dune

or on the south side
of a small hill
in thin sunshine

or in the woods
in dry leaves
as night comes on

the only warmth
the steam
that escapes

when two bodies open
and close
on each other

©2017 Muriel Thumm


Friday, August 2, 2019

Mother's Day 1939




“Take out the crib and leave the playpen, Doc.
The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
on his little sister’s pale enough to shock
their gram who won’t come round but half the time.
She’s scared I might be pregnant with a third.
You yourself can see how that’s absurd
to let me starve another. He’ll be unkind,
but it’s easier than feeling that I’m curst
to bear another with a hope so small.”
The doctor hardly looked her way at all
because he had to ask her husband first.

©2015

Sunday, July 14, 2019



The Rib that Got Away

Yes, Adam was asleep
when God lifted his rib
to make him a helpmate
Well, she helped herself
to everything in the Garden,
had a meaningful
conversation with a snake
then limbed it out of there

She said everything she needed to know
she learned from a snake

©2015

Monday, July 8, 2019

Fascination



A comb
A spritz
A lipstick

O tangled hair
small of back
length of leg

It all comes back
to a comb, a spritz, a lipstick


©2007

Saturday, June 15, 2019

The guitarist that night

Just thinking about the guitarist that night,
who can sing of love
in the most contorted fashion
until the word has lost all loveliness,

Thursday, May 30, 2019

A Ripple

Much as a still body of water,
when a trifling breeze comes up,
feels a ripple start across the pond
searching for the consummation

Monday, May 20, 2019

Saturn Devouring His Children

In a drawing by Goya never held any horror
for me, devouring as any father,
trying to get the Madonna alone and all
the Madonna ever wanted was the kid

Sunday, May 12, 2019

To a spider this morning

You seem sure-footed enough
as long as you stay
in your web, filaments so thin
I can't see the spokes

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Union Cemetery

There's frost laying across their beds
this morning, like it did
when we were kids in Vermont
No central heat, they slept us

RCP

That he died is not important. He did that only once. That he lived is everything. He did that every day.                    ...