Craig Erick Chaffin

Rookie (10/17/54 / Ventura, CA)

Last Poem Of My 45th Year - Poem by Craig Erick Chaffin

Last Poem of my 45th Year


I thought of how a whale's white ribs
could choke the sky's blue neck,
massive vertebrae half-buried in sand,

and how a keel cleaves the sea
while the wind zephyrs canvas to swell
and propel the long black ship toward shore,

heaven in a blue mussel shell, smooth
as the firmament. I believe there is a place
for old men, in the arms of their loves.

Although Dante put Odysseus in the eighth circle
for deception, both Gods and men, I think,
underrate his love for Penelope.


Think of the beached skeleton again
and the absence it creates, a neck of sky
on which an ivory choker hangs,

its central jewels composed of vertebrae
that housed the temple of marrow,
a metaphor for a core if there is one,

something more necessary than the defenses
we erect to keep from crushing
each other in the heart or in the head.


A throat of clouds caught in the pincers
of a whale's ribs recurs to me,
like a mead hall with the walls blown out.

At the end of its open tunnel I see a dull sun
stuck to the smoggy apron of the horizon.
Tomorrow Helios will drive his steeds over

the brown San Bernadinos and down
the cement-gray Los Angeles River,
but my love's hair is silver and her eyes are green.

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  • Rookie Kumar (10/15/2009 12:39:00 PM)

    Happy Birthday Craig. Wish you great writing :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009

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