Grave Poem of Sp0on Island: Jonas Bateman
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me