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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Magpie Tales 37


There is a history of going
and coming—

of pleasing and displeasing—

of knocking on wood
and crossing fingers
and Late Night
with and without David
Letterman.

There are vague memories
of Here’s Johnny and
nights turned away
and nights…
nights so hot we could not
stand to touch and
others so hot the sweat
was the conductor of electricity
the completed circuit
that rode between two bodies
too wrapped up in each
to hear the pitter patter
of little feet
that
may
or may not
have been outside
the door.

The walls know more
than the disarray can tell.
But walls are the great depositories
of secrets. They hold
on to things we never knew
and things too
we let go of.


©2010 – Michael A. Wells - All Rights Reserved


Magpie Tales 37
 

19 comments:

Walnut and Pearl said...

This is a nice one. I like "The walls know more than the disarray can tell."

Marilyn & Jeff said...

I like it that the walls hold all. I like all your stories and memories in this piece.

Unknown said...

this really speaks to me...and I'm sure I'm not alone.

Jinksy said...

So, walls have memories, as well as ears? Nice!

Michael A. Wells said...

W&P - if walls could talk :)

Marilyn and Jinksy- Thanks!

Rene/NTR - of course that is what every poet I think wants to know happens. Thanks!

Helen said...

Loved, loved this!!!

Kathe W. said...

great write- good thing walls cannot speak.

Susannah said...

I really liked this and enjoyed the story told and all the periphery stories imagined and implied. Wonderful :-)

My Magpie

Lyn said...

Can't wait till walls do talk! This poem reaches very deeply for me..thank you...

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

walls know more...

very imaginative tale.
thanks for the beautiful ride.

Michael A. Wells said...

Jingle, Susannah, Kathew and Helen... Thanks!

Lyn... deeply is good. Thank you!

Brian Miller said...

nice. i like th lingering of the memories...even of those we let go...sometimes they are good to turn over again....

Claudia said...

you had me with the first line - this read fast and intense..very nice

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Brian!

Claudia that's good to hear. First lines are the hook. Without good ones, the rest often goes unread. Thanks!

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Brian!

Claudia that's good to hear. First lines are the hook. Without good ones, the rest often goes unread. Thanks!

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Brian!

Claudia that's good to hear. First lines are the hook. Without good ones, the rest often goes unread. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Love your first stanza and the reference to Letterman, really grounded it in the here and now. I like poems that do this.

Olivia said...

very emotional.. I too feel the same way about a Wall- here's how I did that with it- http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/04/24/678/
You have a very interesting Blog Template- I liked the colors.. :)

Happy Weekend

signed...bkm said...

there is alot more to this then meets the eye...the years of memories here ...here comes johnny to letterman...love hot and cold...words,worlds and secrets...nice write...bkm