"Hope in a Prison of Despair" by Evelyn De MorganA Poem by a Currently Incarcerated Poet The Society July 12, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments The Crowd by Christian J. Weaver The corpses of my former selves Are yawning in the waves. They bob and float like slimy logs; Their fish-expressions gaze With mute surprise at all the rest: It’s crowded nowadays! Christian J. Weaver is incarcerated at the Trousdale Turner Correctional Facility in Harsville, Tennessee. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses Joe Tessitore July 12, 2020 A powerful and insightful image to wake one up on a Sunday morning, or any morning, for that matter. Well-done, Mr. Weaver. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 12, 2020 This poem packs a potent punch in its brevity. The vivid, haunting imagery and pinch of wry humor in the closing line make for an affecting and entertaining piece that will stay with me long after leaving this page. Just one question. Should “yawning” be “yawing”? Either way, the image is excellent. Thank you, Mr. Weaver. Reply James A. Tweedie July 12, 2020 “Fish expressions” and “mute surprise” are very effective images. For some reason I picture myself shedding my past like snakeskin. “The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” Come to think of it, I also find it encouraging to think that my dead past no longer speaks. A powerful image, indeed. Welcome to the SCP, Christian. Reply A.B. Brown July 12, 2020 A Francois Villon for our times! Reply Frank De Canio July 12, 2020 Great stuff, Christian! It packs a powerful punch indeed. The closure is evocative in its brevity, and the rhyme scheme mimics its feeling of constraint. It’s a poem also in this time of Corona. Reply Bruce E. Wren July 12, 2020 Striking little poem with great use of the double metaphor of “former lives,” or the memories of these, for “slimy logs” with “fish-expressions.” I would love to see more of the works of this author. Reply James Ph. Kotsybar July 12, 2020 HOPE FOR THE FUTURE By Summer next year, may we be crowding beaches, partying unmasked. Reply Rod Walford July 12, 2020 Well done Christian – this is the semantic iron fist in a velvet glove. I look forward to reading more of your work. Regards Rod Reply C.B. Anderson July 12, 2020 Christian, What the hell were you found guilty of? I didn’t know that anything was illegal in Tennessee. Seriously, though, the compression manifested in this poem, despite the tenuous nature of some of the material connections from one raw image to the next, should end any literate person’s infatuation with red wheelbarrows or white chickens. Reply Joe Tessitore July 13, 2020 C.B., Your question reminds me of an encounter Mrs. T and I had with a Department of Corrections official two, maybe three ago. NYC had just opened its Potters Field to the public and we signed up for the tour. It’s located on an otherwise inaccessible little island just north of the city and we were curious to take a look. It turns out that the DEC runs the Cemetery, and the police captain who gave our tour told us that non-violent prison inmates from the NYC prison system do the burials. I asked him what kinds of crimes they committed and he told me “turnstile-jumping, things like that.”. Stunned, I turned to Mrs. T and asked “They put people in jail for that?”. How very quickly times change! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.