Thinking of End of King Lear In A Backyardish Way


Thinking of End of King Lear In a Backyardish Way

Never, never, never, never, never
tugs at my eyes, the retinae hung
with ropey cords; those I’ve loved/lost
rumpled cloths
upon those lines, stiff
as boards now, frayed
capture-the-flag wisps.
I want, foolishly, to weep them back
to softness, only the never in which I live
makes tears dry down, allows just
the collapse of salt,
the damp evening grass that lapped
imprints of even tip-toed steps
silted over. Though clumped sand seems stuck
in off-kiltered hour glass, still and ever,
it runs.

I am calling them all drafts for the moment for too many reasons to delineate. (One is that I am back in States, but still not home1 And not with my own computer.) This draft poem written for http// prompt re Shakespeare (whose birthday is in April.)

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15 Comments on “Thinking of End of King Lear In A Backyardish Way”

  1. I want, foolishly, to weep them back
    to softness,

    OH, that is beautiful … and sad. Welcome “almost” home.

  2. hedgewitch Says:

    Exquisite work with the opening metaphor, k–and the bell-like ringing of never(without that doleful Poe ‘more’ on the end) is crisp and heavy, both. The alchemy of tears can indeed melt the hardest things, but their drying away seems as painful as some living thing going extinct. And yes, the sand never stops. I’m sure there’s lots of Lear references I’m missing(not seen or read it since high school,) but the poem works for me just fine even so.

  3. still and ever it runs ~ very nicely done. Hope you get home safely….never fun to be away from familiar things…especially one’s own computer.

  4. janehewey Says:

    your little elephant looks to be assimilating her environment. how you capture that look on a drawing of an elephant amazes me. This makes as little sense to me as Lear always does. The images however, are deeply evocative, as Lear’s always are. capture the flag memories being the most distinct and clumped sand thickly palpable. welcome (almost back) home.

  5. Jamie Dedes Says:

    “to weep back to softness”
    … and the elephant …

    I just love this. 🙂

  6. Susan Says:

    Wow! K, I am glad you made it to the party, doubly glad since you brought this brilliant draft. So many layers. I love the wash line–I had one in all of my performances back in the day. I also get the feeling of a sandbox and the fray. Childhood plays out these scenes without understanding them, while we fools (like Lear’s) cry tears behind frozen emotions and wisdom we dare not explain, not now. It is “only” the family laundry, only the ticking of our lives.

  7. Oh… this was great. You have such a wonderful way with words. I couldn’t pick a favorite line, it just kinda left me speechless…

  8. Your poem has all the resonance of tragedy, enacted in ones own back yard. Great to see you are back in the garden (if not back home yet).

  9. Yousei Hime Says:

    Lear, so dear and powerful. I like your draft. 🙂

  10. brian miller Says:

    really nice k…the eyes hung on ropey cords…caught me up front…really nice progression from there as well…weeping them back to softness is a cool line as well..

  11. claudia Says:

    love the personification of the clothes here k… I want, foolishly, to weep them back
    to softness…just wonderful

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