Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Confession

Bless me, baby, for I have sinned.
It has been a day since my last confession--
in the form of a poem
about a broken heart,
one that happened seven years ago and every day since.

I find that my life has two constants,
just like my two hands,
my two empty and idle hands.
Come up and see my workshop, honey.
I'll write you a love poem
or do anything,
if only you'll come.

I confess that I have sinned,
and that I can't walk out my front door,
or go to the mailbox
without a few mortal and venials happening almost on their own.
I covet another woman,
someone else's wife,
not even a Catholic.
Sweetheart, stop me if you've heard this one.

They say that Divine radiance can fill any heart.
I know I should look for God in every difficulty,
shovel the shit to find the pony,
but I am so hit-and-miss in my faith.
I try.
I do,
but honestly, the thing in this world that delights me most
is simply hearing you laugh.

Hope is the thing with feathers,
so says Emily,
and I think that surely she wrote it after saying something silly to Susan,
whose snort and open laughter sent whole flocks up into the Amherst sky.
_________

Got a confession? Tell Sister LaTonya. 

 

17 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

another sad day with fireblossom...

Sioux said...

Shay--I loved this whole poem (as always)...the last line was exquisite.

hedgewitch said...

An immaculate conception,and classic Fireblossom--I'd linger to try to help saddle that pony, but have to be leaving before the holy water forms behind my eyelids and shrivels me down to two curled toes.

Mama Zen said...

Those last lines . . .my God, I'd wish I'd written those.

Cloudia said...

Nuclear, Intelligent sensual soul



Aloha

HermanTurnip said...

"I can't walk out my front door,
or go to the mailbox
without a few mortal and venials happening almost on their own."

I think you've summed up the daily experiences of most of us. So glad to know that no matter what I do some religion or another is going to frown upon me... ;-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers. Killer poem - and those last lines? Incomparable. Sigh. When do our yearning hearts get filled, kiddo? When?

LaTonya Baldwin said...

You rock. How could I not come here daily? Love how you made the meme your own. You have a way or rendering a piece both personal and universal. Sometimes we forget our we work is art not journaling. Art speaks to an audience. You never fails to create a connection. There are more reasons I admire your work but I writing on my kindle from a hospital bed. I'm fine.

Glad you came into my world.






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LaTonya Baldwin said...

Failed to add I love the Dickinson reference.

ellen abbott said...

can anyone even breathe without committing a few mortals and venials? it's why I don't do religion. Life itself, it seems, is a sin.

Daryl said...

another one to read slowly and savor

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"but honestly, the thing in this world that delights me most
is simply hearing you laugh"

This is how I feel about Mrs. Moskowitz. Your passion and longing for STWIASD are palpable - a bittersweet pleasure to read.

Charlotte Hamrick said...

Love this, especially the strong ending.

Maggie Grace said...

I had to look up venial to comprehend. Life is its own religion to me without all the dos and don'ts of sins spelled out for us. This feels sad and lonely. I'm blessed to have a husband who makes me laugh and I get to hear him laugh every day. I can't image life without that now. But it's how I used to live so I know. No interest in my life while married to another. Indeed sad and lonely. Hugs if okay. Raw and beautiful.

Lynn said...

Wow - Amherst puts another whole spin on it.

Sara said...

the ending of this one is perfection:~)

Humor for me is my soul food. Make me laugh and you've got a friend for life!

Susie Clevenger said...

So beautiful...my heart feels the longing in this one