Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

1977 - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

The family around the table and a silence
so compact no words can break it.

Not even a pigeon swirling through the window
can nudge mother's poorly taped grin.

Her face has the euphoric glow of a mathematician
whispering a formula into the whorl of a rose.

Her eyes are tiny stones testing the black
silk bags she lugs them in.

Since father banned television the sons stare
at the marriage dangling from the ceiling.

Each month it sinks another couple inches
until it's in their food.
No wonder they don't eat.


Comments about 1977 by Jeffrey McDaniel

  • Rookie Don Mcwilliams (3/1/2008 11:59:00 AM)

    Brilliant and painful.

    Regards,
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2008



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