Category Archives: MEMOIRS

GETTINGS, MY GETTINGS

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GETTINGS, MY GETTINGS
Ode to my Birth-Mother
Esther Mae Gettings – Oakes.
By Lee Broom from The Line.

 

These Gettings now gotten

Ungotten, what for?

Seem, now that they’re gotten

Substantially more.

 

Behold these begettings

These Gettings of mine

Remember how hidden

These Gettings, so fine,

 

Ungotten these Gettings

Unlovely, unreal

Now, soft as new cotton

Stroke

Breathe

Feel.

My Gettings.

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MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

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My shoes don’t match

I said to myself

Observing one black and one brown.

One pointy toe

The other a moc

I noticed as I sat down.

(I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
“The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home”)

(Is he right) I wondered

My shoes don’t match

I’d found them a moment ago

I repented not

(They were warm and snug
I left them on my toes.)

My shoes don’t match

I said to myself

Observing one black and one brown.

One pointed toe

The other a moc

Each slipped over

A woolen sock

The time was passing

Tickety tock

A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these

And they are my very own.

 

 

MEADOWLARK HILL (I’VE GOT MY LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM)

2 21 2013 The Tree

That one lone tree on Meadowlark Hill
The song its tenants sang
The laugh and coo of newborn tots,
reflecting yin and yang

The memories are distorted
the silence now a roar
I left; here’s what they told me
return some day for more

More is what I needed
more became Amor
Emotion came to greet me
My heart began to soar

Amor became commitment
commitment to the Source
The Source became the Doorway
revealing an Inner Force

One day I’ll want to visit
pay respects to Meadowlark Hill
And mingle with the Tenants
as through open beaks they trill
And remind me of the joy I found
That day on Meadowlark Hill.