I’m a nudge too.
My blograde at TONE DEAF has been memorializing his late friend Joe by posting scraps of verse. Poetry taken at random from an anthology, set forth for consideration and dissection. Robbie is a tremendous writer and a generous friend, and I want to cite a poem that seems brilliant enough to honer the writer’s writer. Truth is for the reader to decide.
EULOGY FOR A BALLOON
A balloon once lived for a month
and a little bit more
until Daddy accidentally murdered him.
But he is still in our hearts.
He was brave to be pushed in the air.
I remember when he made
a little girl laugh so hard
that she screamed.
And this is true.
He traveled with me upstairs
and downstairs. His final trip was upstairs.
I wish I could tell you all the adventures
but the last adventure
you can see
ends here in this chilly sandbox
You may eat them.
—from 2014 Rattle Young Poets Anthology