READ MY LIPS POEM

Here in the American Midwest, waking up to sub-zero lows the past few mornings reminded me of a poem I wrote one January more than two dozen frozen winters ago, titled WINTERDREAM….so I dug the poem out of cold storage, blew the snow (or was it dust?) off it, and re-read it for the first time in some time. As I did, it dawned on me that, although published before (both in paper journals and online), perhaps it could stand one more exposure. Then, near poem’s end, I re-came upon the word “lips”….and that settled it (reference the last two sentences of my last post, LIPS SERVICE). Here, then, one last time, is….

WINTERDREAM

Suppose a homeless man
found a tattered hat,
abandoned, like himself,
to the elements….
and in that tattered hat,
tucked inside the band,
a winning lottery ticket
could transform his life;

but first, he must see it –
and then, seeing it,
not toss it to the wind,
as life had tossed him.
Let us further suppose
the deadline to claim
its prize came at midnight
of that very day.

That night, in winter’s turn,
the man had a dream
that he could live his life
starting all over again,
knowing as much at birth
as he knew this moment,
so that all the choices
and hidden chances
of wasted turning points
lay exhumed ahead….

but the thought made him
cringe: regret was a fire
that gave pain without heat.
He awoke in cold sweat
to the taste of blown snow
on the cracks of his lips,
and pulled down the brim
of yesterday’s fortune.
What luck to have found
a buffer against fate.

 

 

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22 comments on “READ MY LIPS POEM

  1. mentalnotes1 says:

    What luck to have found
    a buffer against fate.

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  2. leggypeggy says:

    Ah fate does it again.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. mistermuse says:

    I thought it had been at least two years since I’d published this poem here, but now I see that the last time was Jan 2, 2018. At my age, time flies when you’re having run out of reliable memory. 😦

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  4. Ricardo says:

    Fuck! Is that what happened to my lottery ticket?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Good poem. I hope you’re surviving the extreme cold okay.

    Neil Scheinin

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  6. Great poem. One that makes ya think. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. A powerful thought provoking piece. Bravo. Love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. so vivid…bravo. continue…

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  9. So lovelingly insightful!

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Alison says:

    I like to see your more serious side. That was lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. mistermuse says:

    I appreciate that, Alison (though I think most humorists would join me in saying they’re serious about their humor as well). 🙂

    Like

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