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Month: September 2009

“Whopper Haiku”

.. ……………………….WHOPPER HAIKU . …………………………Black hole — …………………………Tadpole Galaxy falls in. …………………………You should have seen the one that got away… . . . . …………………………by Therese L. Broderick . . . . Writer’s Statement — This poem was composed in response to prompt #93 on ReadWritePoem: write a whopper. This whopper is a parody of Basho’s famous “furu ike ya” haiku (1686), one translation of which appears on Wikipedia. In that haiku, a frog jumps into a pond. In my poem here, “Tadpole” is the name of a real galaxy. Before posting this poem,… Read more “Whopper Haiku”

“On the Spectrum”

. …………………………ON THE SPECTRUM . …………………………Someday he hopes to get a job at the station …………………………serving buttered hard rolls and coffee …………………………to all the jaywalkers who wander in, …………………………unable to look him straight in the eye; . …………………………and selling lottery tickets to the high school …………………………hall monitor before she drives to work, …………………………knowing that her odds of winning are as slim …………………………as any chance he’d ever be promoted; . …………………………and stocking store shelves with emergency …………………………supplies of cat and dog food. Once a week …………………………at least, the local poet who lives alone …………………………shuffles in to buy a box, or two, or three. .… Read more “On the Spectrum”

“Former Site Of”

.. ………………………….FORMER SITE OF . ………………………….Measured in one way, my reedless lakeline ………………………….reaches twenty miles and a few more fractals; ………………………….but on any evening in late October, edges ………………………….shrink and shirk their definitions. Length ………………………….weakens, looking as much like width as ………………………….a sorry memory mimics a contrition. Mind you: ………………………….it is not a true lake, only my leveling reservoir ………………………….that submerged a former hamlet — evacuated ………………………….houses, barns, lots and yards — of which the name ………………………….is known, if at all, as words on a metal sign ………………………….posted by a county bridge.  If you think of ………………………….the name as your own, it… Read more “Former Site Of”

“But For”

. BUT FOR . …………….millions of unvisited stars above us, one forest fire flickering eleven miles away, the pale glow of one last flashlight aimed . by hikers wending back to camp, and a few low-lit lamps placed yards apart here along the southern rim — . ………………………………………..but for that, this entire Grand Canyon vista would be wholly invisible, as black tonight as a buzzard, . descending with the most impervious silence upon our late-hour tentatives, our bat-winged exceptions:  however…even so…and yet…still… . . . . by Therese L. Broderick . . . Writer’s Statement — This poem was composed in response to… Read more “But For”