Grave Poem of Spoon Island: Merideth Hurley
(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".
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
(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
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion