Open Poetry #21 |
lessons from Joe's head.. |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I found Joe's head buried in a shallow grave in the garden beneath the hibiscus that died in the drought of spring. His hair was still neatly in place His teeth intact still pepsodent white-- the dirt washed away by my tears. In a revery of memory I did not feel the heat of day but sat mesmerized in my journey cradling his head in my hand. Joe was a gift-- a treasured prize to my gift of treasured life. I remember eyes, sparkling with glee-- My boy--in ferocious tear of wrapping from this present and all the wonder of the universe was revealed within his eyes, that day so long ago-- we brought Joe home. Joe resided in a garage-- and didn't mind a bit. He drove a jeep, and barbecued hotdogs unburnt throughout eternity. He was tucked into an orange hammock every night with loving care by my son who could not sleep without knowing he was there. Joe even went to Disney World, and created quite a fuss when he fell from the cart and lay there on the tracks awaiting his decapitation. But angels are employed in magic kingdoms-- and no one even grumbled when they stopped the ride-- returning Joe to his buddy-- and then there was applause and knowing parents smiled while my son wept grateful tears. Joe required treatment-- but it went well, without incident once we found the drill bit that would not shatter his smile to pieces. Three-second surgery and a nail to mimic a spine, and he was good as new-- ever better, for now he could see under things without necessity of bending stiff plastic legs-- he simply took his head off and put it on the floor. I found Joe's head buried in a shallow grave in the garden beneath the hibiscus that died in the drought of spring... "Look who I found!" I announced with glee, opening my palm to my son... "Wow." He smiled, taking Joe from me. I watched my son walk deep in thought then shake his head and then? He tossed Joe's head in the garbage can. I waited until he shut the gate and took off riding down the street on his bicycle to go visit that little girl who didn't give up calling him every night this week. I retrieved that plastic head of Joe's and put him in the box, with my matchbooks, stones, and baby booties, in sadness first then gratitude that I get to see my boy outgrow his childhood needs knowing someday it will be me that he leaves behind... |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Someday when you show your sone Joes head, he's going to know why you kept it. They just don't understand these things. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is wonderful, serenity... and the love that shines from your heart is something he'll never outgrow... even if the gal down the street is more interesting at the moment! LOL |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
serenity this is such a tender story of love, growth and time...made me want to give you a big hug. Like that! |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
*sigh* To be a mom...I love this, and am SO glad I read it today. |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
GI Joe!! They grow up too quickly I'm afraid. I feel this one, my dear. |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
wonderful memories live in many places and as our children move closer to our age they too yearn for those memories - a very nice poem offering wonderful images and emotion to all of us - Thanks for a great read - Paul |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Perhaps one of the best you have ever written, sincerely... serenely... a |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
you make me smile inside in places only mothers have... yer so kewl.... and? this one screams to be written out as prose..... YEAH I SAID IT ( dont rush the moth ) How she loves me, I dont understand |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Gee Karen...you took me from laughing out loud to tears of remember.. You wrote this as only a mother could. If it helps, I have one drawer full of these memories... One day he'll understand. This has to be the best I've seen from you.. I absolutely love it!! And therefore...I'm keeping it! ~Hugs~ *Any good rocks buried in that garden?* |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Loud agreement with Karilea, Karen... This is your best...without a doubt... I too, have felt these feelings, and I have kept all the special little toys and even the teeth from under the pillows... 32 years later, Eric is gone...but I still have his toys and his baby teeth... I am so glad that I kept them. I still have all of Victor's special stuff also. These are the things that a mother never gives up. And Karen..... this poem is definitely a ~ motherly hugs Lyra |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
wow...thanks so much! This needs a LOT of work (structure sucked, I thought) but I won't argue with ya. Afterall, whaddoo I know? SmartChick...thank you...and he's a pretty smart kid. I'm grinning like mad now, because, he came back and asked me a while ago, "Okay, what did you do with Joe's head?" HE WENT BACK LOOKING FOR IT. We have agreed to share custody! thanks for reading, lady! suthern...funny thing..I find that little girl *ahem* interesting myself! (I gotta admire her tho, she's brave enough to go through ME to get to him! lol Hugs you, with grat. Oh Martie...nothing else will do but silent sisterly hugs here. Thank you. Nic...I'm glad you read it too...er..ya wouldn't mind, would ya, sending a critique on the structure? If ya have the time that is...I'd KNOW there is more to free verse than simply slashing up me prose...any advice would be appreciated! Sharon...actually, Joe was not a G.I. He was a laid back civilian, who had the greatest garage in all of "toy story." love you! Paul...thanks so much for reading--I'm thrilled to know that others could enjoy and share the memories with me...(I think that's why I write!) Kari...ty to you. I don't know about "best" and all of that--I seem to be the worst judge of me...again? I just tried to write my feelings. I thank you for being so gracious in your understanding! Jan? That's right..."TALK TO THE MOTH" BABY! You amaze me, with your voracious appetite for reading, the depth of your understanding and all of your patience. (I've a butterfly of a twin--that THINKS she's a moth!) *shaking my head* Nancy...you'd better believe there are rocks in there. (The garden, not me head I refer to--THIS TIME) It was our conversation regarding those rocks, that made me go digging through the overgrowth! Blessed be, ms. magick! Thanks again...off to read! GROUP HUG, first! ta-ta! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
lyra...laughing at ME now...I was so determined to thank everyone individually for once, that I almost groaned when I saw I missed you! Thanks lady! YOU are a "keeper!" |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I was pretty lost for the first part of this, imagined you digging around some garden finding men's heads who used to live in your garage...lol. Then...I got it. Ok, let's blame the hour and the fact that I'm exhausted but I can't go to sleep, not quite yet. Honestly...(once I figured it out) I loved this! One blaze of glory - glory |
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MIdsummerRain Member
since 2002-05-19
Posts 175St. Louis, Missouri |
:::StuNNEd::: I was lost at first, I have to admit; What a Bittersweet song! Serenity, you truly are a Goddess ~Rayne For in much wisdom is much grief |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
DUNCAN!?! "GIT IN HERE, BOY!" gee whiz...why are guys always so afraid of me? I am as harmless as a Richard Simmons work-out tape! (uh...lemme re-phrase that. *chuckle* yer a doll..."NOW GO TO BED!!!" crack 'o whip! and Rayne? oh my...float me on a marshmellow, while you paint me toe nails! Or just send me to Jamaica, and have one of those precious, musical sounding guys bring me pina coladas all day, umbrellas stacked in a row of proof...wearing nothing but one of dem little stretchy things that makes 'em look like a greedy grape smuggler! Truly tho, thank you much...the Goddess resides in each of us...hugs. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Now THIS is a keeper....one of the best story poems I have ever read..I think if you sent it to the company that makes Joe, that they would get a kick out of it annd who knows...I could even see a commercial coming out of it. ~smiling, wondering what ever happened to my Barbies. M |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"umbrellas stacked in a row of proof..." oops... so when is THIS poem going to make it's debut? |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
serenity, this was a grinner and it is a keeper. keth Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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