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April 16, 2008
Some poems register in places you can't touch, sitting uncomfortably behind your ribs or leaden low in your belly. Digging a Hole, by ~Paul-Cooper, is one of those poems for me.
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Digging beneath dappled shade,
And a chorus of applauding trees.
Crunch.
A sharp-spade chewing sound,
Metal hum like plucked wire.
Aching back, muddy smears,
And not a blister; just
A certain hardness of the skin,
Cracking like a gourd
Across the wrinkles of my thumb.
“Why were you digging a hole?”
She asked me, afterwards.
“It felt” I answered,
“Like the right thing to do
At the time…”
Mulch smell, wet and bodily.
The hole opens, organic;
A ventricle, it gasps.
Fist-sized nuggets, stone hearts
Send sparks against the spade.
I use the steel edge as a pick,
And the earth splits like flesh.
I know when it’s deep enough.
Panting, I watch it breathe,
And revel in the audacity of its existence.
“If you could bury something in your hole,
What would it be?”
“Myself” I said,
Pretending it was a joke.
Walking back, spade in hand,
Like Neanderthal man,
A girl I once knew sees me;
Scowling, spade, mudsmears,
And thinks I’m going to kill her.
The next day I went back there
And filled it in, embarrassed,
As though it were something shameful.
And a chorus of applauding trees.
Crunch.
A sharp-spade chewing sound,
Metal hum like plucked wire.
Aching back, muddy smears,
And not a blister; just
A certain hardness of the skin,
Cracking like a gourd
Across the wrinkles of my thumb.
“Why were you digging a hole?”
She asked me, afterwards.
“It felt” I answered,
“Like the right thing to do
At the time…”
Mulch smell, wet and bodily.
The hole opens, organic;
A ventricle, it gasps.
Fist-sized nuggets, stone hearts
Send sparks against the spade.
I use the steel edge as a pick,
And the earth splits like flesh.
I know when it’s deep enough.
Panting, I watch it breathe,
And revel in the audacity of its existence.
“If you could bury something in your hole,
What would it be?”
“Myself” I said,
Pretending it was a joke.
Walking back, spade in hand,
Like Neanderthal man,
A girl I once knew sees me;
Scowling, spade, mudsmears,
And thinks I’m going to kill her.
The next day I went back there
And filled it in, embarrassed,
As though it were something shameful.
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Jonah hated Mars. He hated everything about it. Every minute he spent there he was plagued by a vague feeling of unrest: Mars was not quite foreign, not quite familiar, an endless mirage or coma dream. Maybe he was dead, and maybe this was purgatory. Sometimes he considered praying at night, asking for forgiveness, just in case, for whatever sin might have banished him there, but then he looked out over the barren, forsaken wasteland and thought his time was much better spent sleeping, or walking.
But he hated how soft the ground was, how little clouds of dust exploded under his soles with every step, and how he could turn around and see his
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It's Hard To Break Bad Habits
If I allow my tongue to
touch the top of my teeth
to the bottom to utter a
"I Love you"
tonight, does it mean I
can't say it again?
I bite my nails
as I recoil, remembering
the bad habit, barely making
progress in this patience
plaguing, somber, far from serene
nightfall dream.
12:31am,
two minutes since we last
said our good-byes,
good-nights, good-wishes of
sleepfully peaceful mind shows.
Feels like an eternity since
we last spoke, while Eternity
waits by the door,
readying to again make my heart
long so long for you.
~she has always been
so successful in her
endeavors~
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summer's night
from cloud to cloud
dashing moon
(Ranko)
for me, who leaves
for you, who remains
two autumns
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Poem I wrote just now. Digging is wonderfully therapeutic, and has got me through some tough times. You look like a psycho though...
Enjoy.
16/04/2008: Wow, Daily Deviation! Thanks guys
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Enjoy.
16/04/2008: Wow, Daily Deviation! Thanks guys
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Paul --
The mysterious relationship between you and the girl at the end gives this piece a different twist at the end.
I think this reflects a theme that often shows up in my work, and that is "process is important."
I think I heard Baseball Hall of Fame pitcher Noland Ryan say that one time, and it's stuck with me.
Mark Pearce
The mysterious relationship between you and the girl at the end gives this piece a different twist at the end.
I think this reflects a theme that often shows up in my work, and that is "process is important."
I think I heard Baseball Hall of Fame pitcher Noland Ryan say that one time, and it's stuck with me.
Mark Pearce