Calvin Forbes


Homing - Poem by Calvin Forbes

The water's wonderful there
And the women aren't bad
Neither when you look at them
Twice, but the blame

Lies in that glass from the tap
For making me want to go back.
I went looking for where they get
It from but I got a ticket

For speeding; and when I said
I'm Mister Shine, a black ghost,
Cop said that's too bad.
Glow I was lost.

But my sermon is about the water,
How it's precious like family
When you wanting something familiar.
It made me happy--

It taste like baby's breath,
Like dew. I never knew sweeter water.
But I'm a spook's spook; I stole
This story from a dead man's mouth.

He was a preacher from Virginia
Who before he expired said:
Somewhere there's a well of sweet water.
Somewhere in Ohio or maybe Carolina.


Comments about Homing by Calvin Forbes

  • (10/12/2014 9:10:00 AM)


    From the first stanza to the last - I do not understand this poem. And I'm sorry for that Calvin, I don't mean to hurt your feelings. The water is wonderful there. To drink? To bathe? To look at? The next stanza includes the word tap, so one might conclude the poem is referencing tap water. But then that line is speaking of glass. Is glass a metaphor for clear water? Why should the reader need to wonder that? Metaphors can go in too many directions for the reader to maintain interest. In my opinion modern poetry has taken this turn toward the completely inane, And it seems the more nonsensical poems become the greater they are praised by those on top of the literary field. Amazingly it's not just American poetry but around the world. I just don't see it. The king is naked. And I'm awash in a sea of people who, feigning, pretend to see his clothes. That sir is a metaphor. I know that you are quite a successful poet, and have amassed an impressive curriculum vitae. But it bothers me to know that classical poets like Dickinson were shunned by contemporaries for lack of form when just 150 years later senselessness and lack of coherency seems to rule the day... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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