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"WHAT WILL YOU DO TO KEEP 'HEART AND SOUL' TOGETHER
AS THE YEAR RUNS DOWN INTO ANOTHER?"


(response to a note on an X-mas card from an old friend)





Write poems, of course.


Perhaps fall in love with a strange cashier
who works in a small grocery store
in a poor part of town
or at the Goodwill or Salvation Army.


Pet my cat.


When depressed in winter
make cocoa & toast.
Or eat a homemade dill pickle
from an old Polish neighborhood.


In springtime & summer
a bobber plunking down
among the lilypads is ecstasy,
the chittering & scolding of redwing blackbirds
music to my heart.


Drink a bottle of good beer
or several,
play with my dick,
watch birds perched on old tv antennas -
the list is endless.


I think it is the small things
that keep heart & soul together -
a small child dancing in a puddle
after the rain,
putting a new pair of shoelaces
on your old shoes,
baking a lemon merengue pie
even if for nobody,
or just browsing books at the library
on a gray winter day.


Or maybe I'll contract some terrible disease
& become a sad pain in the ass for everyone
while I continue to smoke cigarettes
& weed
& drink more beer
& drag my broken body
to the art museum
for one last look at the Modigliani
& Van Gogh
& that American painter
famous for painting the moon.


Or simply feed a rascally squirrel.


These are some of the things
that will keep "heart and soul" together -
especially those odd
& strangely beautiful cashiers
with lost & wistful eyes,
perhaps much like my own.


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The following comments are for ""WHAT WILL YOU DO TO KEEP BODY AND SOUL TOGETHER AS THE YEAR WINDS DOWN INTO ANOTHER?""
by gomarsoap

Years Winds Down
This is great truely liked this one. Thanks for sharing

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: May 18, 2007 )

keeping body and soul together
seems like a tall order to meÖ but we manage. we think we donít, but we do. itís the little things, both mundane and extraordinary, that keep us going. like the flavour of this one, particular, personal, but relatable too. enjoyed.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: May 18, 2007 )

Gomar's Choices
There is something about turning 60 that leads to the realization that we've completed (for some of us) almost 3/4 of our lives and for most of us, it is quite a jolt!

This is the time for summng up our accomplishments (or the lack of them)and a sense of loss for what might have been. On the other hand, It can be a kick in the butt for us to use the ensuing years to go for broke and damn the consequences and once again reach out for that elusive dream we once had...we've nothing to lose!

OR, come to the conclusion that the dreams of our youth were... and are...impractical in today's world and at this stage of life, and really appreciate what is truly important in life, and require very little effort on our part, like appreciating the beauty of nature, great music, a child's laughter, a warm hug and really good friends. And oh yes...the precious gift of writing a good poem and interacting with others who do likewise!

And...if we're lucky...find Love Amid The Snow
to share the adventure of this Simple Life.
You've lots to offer Bob, so...GO FOR IT!
But first of all...and most importantly...
lose the cigarettes, (keep the beer) or you may have no choice in fullfilling those dreams!

Bea



( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 18, 2007 )

Wanda/AMG/Bea
Thank you for reading and commenting.

Bea - I think your advice is logical. However, although I'll be 62 later this year, I still pretty much wake up and approach the day the same as when I was 5 years old. Except for the smokes.

I think the only regrets I'll have is not getting my poems typed and in better shape, and not having more lovers. And not being able to sing or play an instrument. And having failed early as a painter. And....well, okay, I guess I'll have a few regrets.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: May 19, 2007 )

don't worry about it
There'll always be some things we didn't get around to doing - the possibilities are too manifold. Thanks for sharing the things you did, and still do get around to doing.

Particularly your strange cashier

( Posted by: johnlibertus [Member] On: May 19, 2007 )

Strange cashier
Hey Bob,
I'll be 63 next month...I wake up as a child...grow to adulthood as my aches and pains remind me...
I used to be a strange cashier...Yes , even a totally weird one...I smiled at the customers...didn't look down on the folks who used food stamps...Spoke kindly to a sweet babe with a huge wine stain birthmark on her face ( others stared at her as if she were a freak) Her smile lit up the store...an old man once called me Sunshine...I miss him...I had the longest lines and couldn't make the customers go to a different lane..Some people just like weirdly strange cashiers...This poem is so good it got me blabbing...I'll stop now...Kacee

( Posted by: nitz kitty [Member] On: May 20, 2007 )

when i turn 60
...love your poem..its like looking through a looking glass at something small and then realising how much detail you were missing out on. its the focus of it....nice for a change.
....and by the way you write..dont worry.until you can admit you still do things. consider yourself young. its the fire inside that keeps us going.

( Posted by: Shaza89 [Member] On: May 20, 2007 )

small things
Hi, Gomar: seeking pleasure/solace in endless small things that you recount is what makes life and living memorable. The poem relates to numerous ordinary experiences of the common people to keep body and soul together that one may like to read it again and again.
R K

( Posted by: R.K.Singh [Member] On: May 22, 2007 )

every so often
i like to findout what the most read poem of the moment is...and this is it. your poetry is so good. loved it.

john.

5/23/07
6:31pm

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: May 23, 2007 )

Always a pleasure . . .
. . . to read something from you, Gomarsoap. I like your matter-of-factness and your ability to find the intrinsic pleasures in simple things. Both virtues are present here.

I'd lose the last stanza, though. It's unnecessary. Up to that point the poem seems to spring forth without conscious attempt at structure or message; it is what it is (an illusion, I know, but it works). The last stanza seems deliberate, which here means out of place. Am I making sense? Haha.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: May 25, 2007 )





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