Songs from the Places Week One

This blog is a place where my words paint. I will be posting a poem a week. If anyone wants to suggest or add anything please do so. I would like my next poetry book to have illustrations or photos ....Let's see where the story goes....

week one day one March 26 2010 First Poem

Digging for Jade

He smelled like the creek
not one with the creek,
like a broken gangly bough that fell across the waters,
from one side of the bank to the other,
invading the water and soaking up the ripples.

He gave her three rings.
Were they stolen?
Were they his?
Were they meant to be hers?
She buried them.
She buried them in the front lawn under the cedar.
Under the cedar, she buried them and waited.

She was 9.

Was that september morning kitsch? Was it real? Was it devoured?

She grew older.

He whispered terrible things to her in the halls.
He told her that her scent filled his nostrils,
and he remembered

She went back to the cedar.
And the rings were gone.

Now memory relieves itself.
Now memory cries a faint whisper.
Who took the rings,
or did she bury them at all?
Were they given back?
Memory can be as sinister as those who fill memories.

She remembers playing games with light to get his attention.
She remembers pranks and evil creeping.

She tells her husband,
and he says what is true;
that the earth took the rings,
pulled them down,
back to forgiveness
forgiveness