Two Poems:
“The Roman Circus” by Barbara Kingsolver
“Imaginary Exile” by Richard Blanco
A Poem:
Inevitable Unimaginable
by ljkemp
Dawn breaks my window and dares me
to write a poem brave enough to imagine
the last day I will ever hear her voice
wash over my ears into my heart
through my soul, the final recording
to the DVR of my conscious mind
and then gone forever-
a poem recreating the playful animated way
she spoke Hi, Babycakes! or I love you very much
and then she would say my full name,
first, middle, maiden, and married strung
altogether as though it was one. Or the
verbal issuance of “a big fat juicy kiss
from Grammy” to me and my husband
and especially my son.
a poem that captures the last time he
raised a glass in his hand and strung
together a sentimental and patriarchal
toast about family and spending time
together. Or that recalls the last text he
sent, asking me what I think about...
Or the last time I giggled when his text,
written like a letter was signed , ❤ Pops.
a poem ending as I try to hold on to
their hands, and feel their fingers slipping
away from mine and into the hands of G-d
toward eternal light, as I fall to the ground
behind them in heartache unparalleled
in civilized human experience.
Italics: The opening line is from Blanco’s poem, which also served as mentor for the form. The final line is from the Kingsolver poem.
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