Not the Best Name For It, Maybe

 Not the Best Name For It, Maybe

My boohoo won’t
to a shirtfront press,
its ring-ding wringing of face
needing space
from pat flattening,
forced comfort.

Boohoo not the best name, maybe,
for what laments the same not being
the same–
you not being the you,
the true not being the true–
that voodoo of what we do
to one another.


A drafty 55 for With Real Toads, hosted by the wonderful Kerry O’Connor.   Sorry for the long hiatus.  Going through a terribly challenging period at my job.  Photo (not sure it fits but like it) is mine.  Milkweed fluff on a frosted leaf.

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16 Comments on “Not the Best Name For It, Maybe”

  1. I wonder what’s the best name for lament really.. for me it’s not even boohoo but more the soft sound of a teaspoon stirring the tea… hmm

  2. You wrote a poem about boo-hoo! Very creative!

  3. I quite like the word “lament” in English which sounds like “lamento” in Spanish. Lovely poem. Sorry to hear about your work problems.

    Greetings from London.

  4. Jim Says:

    The ‘Voo Do’ rang my bell. Thanks, k.

  5. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    Lamentation is so crucial to the human condition, it connects us and yet we feel so isolated when going through the process. Boohoo does not seem the best name for it, but I guess that’s what it amounts to.

  6. hedgewitch Says:

    I have read this three times before the sounds feel into a pattern–the pattern of that weepy leaking which is not a sobbing or a rending yowl, yet carries both within unborn like some pregnant elephant. Nonetheless the sense of a fragile and draconian control is uppermost. What we do to each other good and bad is so often beyond tears, and difficult to name.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      It is an odd poem; I have been playing a lot with sound but not carrying through a form–I don’t know if that is laziness–maybe–though I like form– here I was thinking a lot of the cummings ones I’ve been reading, but it is hard for me to take bigger leaps into what could sound like a non sequitur–I may have to make myself be very obvious about it and then see what happens. Thanks. k.

  7. othermary Says:

    Oh, great contrast of sounds/ words/ feel between the two stanzas, where you go from the uptight pressing of shirtfronts to voodoo.

  8. Marian Says:

    Nice, Karin… Tricky writing, perfectly seasonal.

  9. The voodoo of what we do …. that is excellent!

  10. Very good illustration of the messiness that is crying; sobs, confusion and hiccups and everything.

  11. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    Interesting poem! In its approach, I mean. You always go somewhere unexpected, and I love that. ‘Milkweed fluff on a frosted leaf’ is a line of poetry!

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