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A Ghost and a Villanelle

 

I’d temporarily forgotten that February 13 was the date my mother died until last night when a photo of her and my father tipped over for no apparent reason. Hi Mom!

Coming down the stairs for coffee this morning, it struck me that perhaps all the missing blog photos in the year 2009 can be chalked up to my sister. That’s the year she came back into my life after a nearly ten-year hiatus and inserted doom into my daily fare. Is that you Noreen? Not quite done fucking with me? If so, nice prank.

Enough of that. It’s Valentine’s Day and so I offer you a Valentine’s Day poem. A couple of weeks ago, my Thursday class writing teacher gave the villanelle as a prompt. One very famous example of the form is the Dylan Thomas poem, Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night.

Valentine

Love lost, love found. It’s one big ocean.
We fold our clothes, we make our meals.
Spelling care with simple acts, there is no commotion.

You  may envy the grand gestures of devotion.
Abelard and Heloise, Tristan and Isolde hold appeal.
Love lost, love found. It’s one big ocean.

Do not gather relics and affix labels like some sort of museum docent.
Tidy the house, run one another’s errands and reveal that when
Spelling care with simple acts, there is no commotion.

Don’t keep a tally of sums, multipliers, and quotients,
Lest your feelings harden, wither, or congeal.
Love lost, love found. It’s one big ocean.

Remember the pleasure of the bow, the box, the gift well-chosen
Let that ripple outward with warm appeal.
Spelling care with simple acts, there is no commotion.

And you my dear mate, through the ups and downs of fortune
Have taught me patience and rubbed my heels.
Love lost, love found. It’s one big ocean.
Spelling care with simple acts, there is no commotion.