Poetry Friday

Dark Charms
by Dorianne Laux

Eventually the future shows up everywhere:
those burly summers and unslept nights in deep
lines and dark splotches, thinning skin.
Here’s the corner store grown to a condo,
the bike reduced to one spinning wheel,
the ghost of a dog that used to be, her trail
no longer trodden, just a dip in the weeds.
The clear water we drank as thirsty children
still runs through our veins. Stars we saw then
we still see now, only fewer, dimmer, less often.
The old tunes play and continue to move us
in spite of our learning, the wraith of romance,
lost innocence, literature, the death of the poets.
We continue to speak, if only in whispers,
to something inside us that longs to be named.
We name it the past and drag it behind us,
bag like a lung filled with shadow and song,
dreams of running, the keys to lost names.

2 thoughts on “Poetry Friday”

  1. Katie,
    Marie just told me about this poem & I had to read it. I live in the middle of nowhere in the Texas Hill Ctry, and every line resonates with me from childhood to the present. I didn’t know you had this site. I’ve only known you thru Uneasy Pink.

    Recently it was time for me to stop writing about cancer. Like you, so many of my friends were dying & I felt powerless to do anything about it. More than anything, after my husband died, I’d had too much death. I needed a knew challenge, so now I’m beginning another website/blog for women, where I’ll talk about everything, including BC.

    My best to you,
    Brenda

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