The Rose Elegies (II)

Here is how I chose to remember:

the back door swinging shut on a spilled kitchen 

mind field of linoleum, scrambled yolks 

launched across the counter of old aches, 

the ancient grievances of a F**k You.  

I can smell the cinnamon loaf about 

to set off the smoke detector, the ear scrape 

of an accusation being cocked, hammer 

striking soft tissue sarcoma of the half-eaten 

dinner we never got around to. 

What we did next or 

where we went seems to have evaporated.

Assuming 

I cared enough to commit to memory 

the events post-latch. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Ken,
I seem to have discovered a critic's theme, LoL.:
"striking soft tissue sarcoma of the half-eaten
dinner we never got around to. "

As editor, I would suggest.
"dinner we never finished."

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

know what you getting at, but in this case no.
finished implies started, around to implies never even reached the table

[W. Barrett Munn]

half-eaten? That seems to say it was started.
Maybe the half-eaten should be nixed?

[Ken e Bujold]

no, circle back to opening line.
this is how i chose to remember: which implies a memory which are never whole, or shall we say as events occur in real time. hence half-eaten is a sly shot at the dream state getting in the way of how events probably occured

[W. Barrett Munn]

Author gets final say. :-}

[Scott Kris]

What can we remember of the past? In truth, it is only ever our own construct of truth woven into our our preferred lie.
Reminds me to just live like I golf, play it as it lies.
And stop burning supper.

Great poetry.

Suffering is its own remedy.

Scott.

[AYVID N]

Indeed, sometimes its so over that we don't care to even commit those events to our memory.
Some gut wrenching descriptions here...
I've been there and watched myself remotely from a vantage point when in the midst of the screaming and I've wondered what the hell am I doing there.
It turns so ugly...

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Ken and the memories we keep. I agree. I remember the good ones first. But the bad ones can sneak into our thoughts. Nice dance of words. Made the reader seek some answers. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks john.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ken.