"Comparisons" by Sir Lawrence Alma Tadema‘I Keep a Different List’ and Other Poetry by Red Hawk The Society December 13, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 5 Comments I Keep A Different List My neighbor counts his losses and his gains, but I keep track of raindrops when it rains; he makes note of coins and dollar bills while I am watching ants upon their hills; while he is in the office making money, I go out among the bees to gather honey, and when he comes home tired and goes online, I am in the back yard drinking wine. My wife and I sit in the gathering dark and watch the lightning bugs and bright stars spark until we disappear, are covered up with night, while my neighbor plots his life by computer light. The Loss of Innocence Perhaps you’ve heard the wind come through the leaves like a child’s fingers rustling paper, and how just afterwards everything goes still and even in the warmest air a subtle chill moves momentarily across the land, as if there were a loss, and something grieves for what it once had and cannot retrieve. There is an ancient memory in the land which moves unseen through dust and dirt and stone the way it does through blood and flesh and bone. What has been lost we can barely understand: we cast aside our love of Earth like scattered leaves. The land itself is filled with deep remorse, the way the heart is broken by divorce. The Directions To the Lunatic Asylum Were Confusing (James Tate) Perhaps we made a wrong turn by the lake and arrived at your family’s by mistake. It could have been an orderly or doctor, but I think most likely it was your father who cursed about the awful kitchen stink and your mom poured the burnt soup down the sink. Your brother threw his milk glass on the floor and during prayers your aunt began to snore. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really very pleased to meet your family, but when your uncle sneezed and wiped his nose upon the cloth napkin I thought we’d wound up in the loony bin. If I’m not clear, I beg you to forgive: I can’t tell lunatic from relative. Red Hawk is a school teacher in Monticello, Arkansas who has published numerous poetry and non-fiction books through Hohm Press. Related Post ‘The Oddity’ and Other Poetry by Mark Stevick The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeing useless; the cadent swell invoked a spell and story of Odysseus. While... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 5 Responses Joe Tessitore December 13, 2017 What an interesting vision you have! I hope we get to see more of it. Reply David Watt December 13, 2017 Striking poems, with a distinctive stamp. I am also looking forward to seeing more. Reply Bob McGinness December 13, 2017 I loved the list but read at night and surely missed by computer light Reply David Hollywood December 15, 2017 Great observation and reality in all of these poems. Well done and thank you. Reply J. Simon Harris December 15, 2017 Very nice work. I especially liked the second one, “The Loss of Innocence.” The personification of Earth is powerful, and the imagery is moving. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.