The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 2/13/08 Bonus

[BlueIris]

"Pain"

He rose on the surface of it like the layer of water on top of a wave
that won’t break—you've seen those swells—

cold and moving like something breathing you can't see, collecting and
collecting until it seems uncontainable, heaving on and on, rising and

rising and growing bigger.
When it got very bad, he'd say, Tell me a story,

and after and hour or so, he'd say, We got through that one, didn't we?

Until a day came when he said, Marie,
you know how we’ve been waiting for the big pain to come?

I think it's here. I think this is it.
I think it's been here all along.

And he did take the morphine, and he died the next week.

—Marie Howe

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. This is so revealing to me

as for as the structure of a poem.

I mean of course the content is heart-wrenching.

Odd to learn the "how" of a poem and still be affected by the "why" of it, too.

Thanks.

[BlueIris]

2. Tuesday is my Best. Reader. (Aside from ThomCat.)

[Tuesday Afternoon]

3. You are funny.

:) I wonder about you, sometimes. I bet the three of us would have a great time in the library of an old home, on a rainy day, with a fire roaring and some cats laying around. I know I could learn a lot from you two. Are you some kind of teacher?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris...

Oh boy...

I like it, but how sad this is...

So clear and vivid...

Thank you!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

5. Sure thing, Queen of Hearts.

[RainDog]

6. keeeek

[BlueIris]

7. Kick.