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“Emporium”

This poem is posted in response to prompt #115 on ReadWritePoem: What do you believe? This poem fits that theme, although it was written in the couple days before the Thursday prompt. This version of the poem benefits from the feedback of first readers RL, JG, and JH.

Since 1973 at the age of 14, I have been an atheist. I think that this natural life is my only existence. I don’t believe in any supernatural realm (afterlife, reincarnation, etc.).  I believe that the primary purpose of my human life is to struggle with my best and worst impulses (mature love vs. immature selfishness; courage vs. cowardice; honesty vs. self-deception; effort vs. laziness) while staying in relationship to family members and others.

This poem is about how I felt during a brief period (April-May 2008) when I might have been facing a life-threatening condition. During that period, I felt little dread of death. Instead, I felt a profound loneliness, an acute regret that I might not continue with my husband and daughter on their journey through this earth of great riches and wonders. Life with loved ones is the only paradise possible for me.

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…………………………EMPORIUM

…………………………For two weeks in April
…………………………while waiting for lab results
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…………………………my life halted
…………………………as if I stood at the bottom
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…………………………of an escalator rising
…………………………more slowly than ever
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…………………………to the upper floors
…………………………of the finest store on earth.
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…………………………The only two
…………………………who mattered then —
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…………………………my love and our daughter —
…………………………seemed balanced
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…………………………beyond arms’s reach
…………………………on gliding steps,
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…………………………headed to sets of crystal
…………………………and diamonds and silver
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…………………………spoons.  For two weeks
…………………………in April, I practiced waving
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…………………………my family onward
\……………………….without me,
…………………………without me
………………………..without me, onward to
…………………………those departments of joy.
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…………………………Graduations. Weddings.
…………………………Brand new babies. All
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.……………………….gbirthdays yet to come.
…………………………For one slow fortnight
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…………………………in April, loneliness
…………………………was that final smile
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…………………………I put on display
…………………………as a gift to others,
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…………………………for just so long as
……………………….. the world above
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…………………………kept shining, arrayed
…………………………for their taking.
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…………………………by Therese L. Broderick
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Cats with Thumbs

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TWO  POEMS  published  in  CATS  WITH  THUMBS

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The first issue (February 2010) of the new literary blogzine Cats with Thumbs includes two of my poems: “The Best Have No Time For It” and “Everything I Know about Football I Can Say with Haiku.” Thanks to editor mark Stratton for accepting my work. Please visit his blogzine and read all the selections.

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The poem “The Best Have No Time For It” is based on my memory of the first time that someone (a doctor) ever told me the full truth about my father’s terminal illness. The poem examines the condition of sadness: how much sadness is appropriate in different hopeless situations? How much sadness needs to be countered by the hope of good works? This version of the poem benefits from the feedback of my local first readers JG and JH.

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The other poem is a playful haiku-like piece. It resulted from my watching football on TV without knowing many of the rules of the game.

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Forthcoming

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TO  MY  WONDERFUL  BLOG  READERS

Starting in February 2010, the weekly poems which I post on this blog will be available only by password, and all the poems will be written especially for one new project, a personal labor of love.  If you would like to have the password in order to read any of these thematically-unified poems, please leave a comment on this blog page or contact me by email, theresebroderick@yahoo.com

Here’s my forthcoming project —

In January 2011, my daughter (our only child) will turn 18 years old and will be making plans to leave home for college.

My writing goal for this year is to finish a book-length manuscript of motherhood poems dedicated to her. I hope to self-publish the manuscript through a fine local enterprise, The Troy Book Makers. I will give the book to my daughter on her 18th birthday.

During 2010, I will focus on this goal.  I need to write one motherhood poem per week, bring it to my weekly critique group, attend an upcoming manuscript workshop, make arrangements with The Troy Book Makers, and hire a local copy editor.

If you know my daughter, please don’t mention the book to her. I want it to be a surprise. 

To all of my regular blog readers (and especially to the loveable community at ReadWritePoem): I thank you profusely for your past attention, kind support, and encouraging comments. Your faithful feedback has brought me to this next stage of writing. Now I know what it is that only I can write, and how I must get it done. If you so desire, you may give me serious critiques of any of these forthcoming motherhood poems.

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Verse Truly,

Therese L. Broderick

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