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Doug Anderson: What if I wrote a poem

About being seventy-seven

and trying not

to speculate how long I’ve got left

and I loved a woman

who was far away in another city

and it was snowing and cold

and the wind found places

around the window frames

to sneak in and trouble me

and my memory hurt

from the bad things I’d done

and those little lit places in my cells

where I’d done good

were not enough to keep me warm

and my buck up

motor wasn’t working

and prayer and meditation

just taught me I was present

with all this and one Buddhist said

our karma is manure

to grow flowers in but right now

it just stinks like an old hog

and not only that some idiot

will try to give me advice

if I publish this poem

so I won’t bother, how about that?


Photograph by Doug Anderson

13 comments on “Doug Anderson: What if I wrote a poem

  1. Sonam Tsering
    August 3, 2022

    Nothing to add, thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

    Like

  2. Jane LeGrand
    July 6, 2022

    Once again, Doug, your words spoken from your heart and gut and groin – those words also speak for me. All I’m struggling with and can’t express you have just expressed. You have an amazingly strong and beautiful gift. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Zimmerman
    July 6, 2022

    I also give this fine poem a “yep.”

    Liked by 1 person

  4. joannanglin
    July 5, 2022

    As someone soon turning 81, I really connected with this pondering poem. I think you nailed it.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Barbara Huntington
    July 5, 2022

    No advice. Just a “yep” from another old traveler.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. vengodalmare
    July 5, 2022

    No, you don’t have to worry. You are a human being, with everything it means to be in the world with your bare hands and be ready to get dirty as well as clean them up in sunlight, and an extraordinary poet. (Forgive bad English)

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Gerald Fleming
    July 5, 2022

    Lovely.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. loranneke
    July 5, 2022

    “my memory hurt

    from the bad things I’d done

    and those little lit places in my cells

    where I’d done good”

    I have been trying to describe that and now Doug has! Bravo!

    Liked by 3 people

  9. Sean Sexton
    July 5, 2022

    Well-Let me suggest something here before I sign off, having read this inadvertent pondering of the literary impulse:

    No…never mind. I’m not in the mood and neither are you.

    Liked by 3 people

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