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Monday, February 15, 2016

Struck Dumb

Struck dumb
longer than Zechariah:
to write, to sing, to pray --
for four bleak years
impossible.

Afterwards,
no benedictus comes;
instead, at best,
a stunted lament:

a scratch on silence
(not speech, not song);
forced, discordant note
cracking the voice

that once could much but now
can nothing do

6 comments:

  1. Oh, wow, this hurts (because it expresses the experience so well). "A scratch on silence"--what a great image!

    (I forgot this blog was where you post most of your poems. I'll have to come here more often!)

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    1. Thank you, Elena!

      This poem was my first attempt at verse after a four-year drought. It is, as you say, a painful poem, but it did mark the very tentative beginning of the resuscitation. One September day in 2007, I basically forced myself to write! Then, the following July, I felt brave enough to try a ballade -- a very tottery jerrybuilt ballade, but soon enough, with practice (making scores of abysmal pentameters!) writing became part of my life again.

      Please forgive this long backstory!

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  2. I'm glad you shared the back story. It sounds like quite a journey. Isn't it wonderful when things don't stay as dark as they seem?

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    1. Indeed, it is. The journey has been difficult, arduous even, through many a dark time and place which my memory doesn't like to revisit, but I am beyond grateful that I'm able to enjoy poetry -- and life! -- once again.

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  3. So glad you (and your poems) are with us.

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    1. Thank you, Jeff! It is really a joy to be able to write and to get feedback and encouragement from sagacious and discerning readers such as yourself, and from the poets that I meet at workshops. Sometimes I'm guilty of blogging an inchoate early draft, but it's very much out of a sense of amazement and gratitude that I'm writing at all! Thank you again.

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