[stylist] Poem - "Regret" - Second Draft
William L Houts
lukaeon at gmail.com
Wed Jun 11 23:05:07 UTC 2014
HI Gang,
Here's a poem I wrote just today. This one's mostly a non-rhymer, and
doesn't depend much upon the more obviously literary devices for its
effects. It's in its second draft, as the first one, while similar, was
a little fuzzy in certain ways; this one pretty much gets where I
wanted to go.
--Bill
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You're at a party, many guests.
You've chatted a while, traded jokes
and now you've found a chair,
one of those great spongey thrones,
in which to nosh:pickles, chips.
Theparty noise rises, falls:
an even, agreeable buzz.
You listen, chew, abide.
Then, like sudden summer rain
a boy bursts from the gathered talkers
and races to greet you
with dark shining eyes,
like those of some small summer jay,
borne on breezes
you know again now,
as if the earth itself
burst into joy
of wings by the thousands.
With Lustrous black hair
and laughing
like Superman's son
he bounds away,
and returnslike summer
or some prince of elves,
only more handsome.
Then he's gone,
called away by his mother
perhaps to buy shoes,
or to visit the dentist,
or to give his small graces
to another party:
laughing, laughing.
And for years ever after,
you will ask yourself:
why didn't I ruffle his hair?
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