Those William Carlos Williams Moments Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Those William Carlos Williams Moments



THOSE WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOMENTS

She awakes to
a dayglow yellow post-it-note

stuck to
her bottom lip.

'Forgive me...'
it reads

'...stealing
the kisses

sleepily left
on your luscious

lips

they

were

delicious.'

You call me
at the office

& cry.

*******

Outside
the window

is

a William Carlos Williams poem

coming
into being.

There...is:
the red wheelbarrow

glazed
with rain

minus
the chickens

who
have wandered
off

as if not knowing
they are needed

to fulfill
the poem

upon which
so much

depends

(a hen's gotta do
what a hen's gotta do)

& as I turn away
they march back into view

taking up
their poetical positions.

The living poem
even has its seasons

appearing
to me

covered in snow

dazzling

in bright bright
sunshine.

Sometimes
(for my own
surreal reasons)

I paint the wheel barrow
a yellow or blue

or blue
with yellow spots
or...

My wife
laughs at me
& says: 'Oh...you! '

The wheelbarrow
long gone

to seed
now

sleeps quietly
upside down
beside the hen house.

Flowersgrowing up
between its broken wheel

covered
in fallen leaves.

It dreams
of being a real
poem.

I smile.

'Now, where's
those chickens
...gone? '

* * * * * *

So much depends
upon

your bright red mouth
& white white teeth

as our lips meet
& our eyes glaze over

with love as bright
as rainwater.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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