Ah, my dear poet friends, this has been far too long. I can't believe it's already getting towards the end of May! I fully intended to post more on this blog before now, but time did not permit. I did not however totally quit writing poetry. I was on vacation last week in the mountains of North Carolina and it was somewhat inspiring to my muse. Here's one poem I wrote while up there.

Like Unicorns, Almost


1

Because God saw fit
to let the wind
create a power outage
I look at your picture
via cellphone light.
I keep that snapshot
in the safest place I know,
next to a note another girl
wrote me before.
I've been meaning to burn
her henscratch and doodling.
Why should I keep it,
when you write poems
and give canvas life?

In the dying cellphone light
I imagine us together,
like a couple from Austen,
playing by the social rules,
coming out the better,
disappointing Bingley's sisters.


1

As the cellphone dies
and my eyes begin to close
I can't help but imagine
that there is a place
among the great
waiting for us.


2

The two of us,
with hands held tight,
are legends,
are myths,
are from the tales of old,
like Unicorns, almost.

Posted by Nathan on May 20, 2008
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Rob on paragraph 6:

Nathan, while I’m not normally a fan of love poems (mostly because it is so difficult to say something that hasn’t already been beaten to death by others, which is also why I have always tended to hate contemporary christian music…), I kind of like this one.

I like the cellphone image, the idea of the battery holding on (and being wasted) to show her image. I also like the holding onto the other girl’s “henscratch and doodling,” which makes the comparison to the new one’s poems deliciously disingenuous.

Also, I think that same kind of thing is what I like about the ending, which may or may not be what you are intending. I love the irony of the way the last stanza moves deeper and deeper into the realms of fiction. It’s like you’re saying the two of you together are mystical and glorious, but also, ultimately, imaginary, a fantasy…

There is a considerable part of me that suspects you didn’t intend it that way. Just remember that I’m a cynical old bastard who’s been married almost as long as you’ve been alive…

May 20, 2008 9:46 am
Sue walker on whole page :

Nathan, it sure is good to have you back. I miss seeing the class.

SBW

May 21, 2008 7:27 pm
Sue walker on paragraph 3:

I love the first line.

In line 12 (I think), should “it” be them — since I assume that the reference is “henscratch” and “doodling”?
SBW

May 21, 2008 7:29 pm
Sue walker on paragraph 5:

I wonder if it would be possible to find another literary reference — i.e. “place” that would be specific — rather than just ” a place among the great” which is, in my mind, rather vague. Go back to your literature. It’s a rich compendium for your creative mind.
SBW

May 21, 2008 7:31 pm
Sue walker on paragraph 6:

Well, I love the “almost” which says so much about the legendmyth unicorn saga.

I agree with Rob — that the cellphone is a very good touch here.
SBW

May 21, 2008 7:33 pm
Vivian on whole page :

Nathan, what a pleasure to see your poetry again! Your romantic poems resonate for me, I think, because they are so full of trust and vulnerability.

May 23, 2008 1:32 pm
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