Perspectives - Vol. 5, No. 3 - PoetryMary McGregor Updated: Jun 1st 2000 LOVE ON A LONELY DAY
(plus cê change, plus meme chose) Every so often I feel this something
reminds of a feeling I once had
when everything around me begin to change
and nothing I knew would stay the same Every so often I remember this thing
when all the loneliness makes me sad
reminding me of everything I knew that changed
and me begging God that I wouldn't go insane When it this hot
I wish it would just rain My mother talk me to walk and talk
and about madness that arrives on the roof
My mother taught me to watch and pray
and the sadness that comes with change Every so often I feel the pain
that remains from the good and the bad
No matter what happens or what's been said
it'll never scatter it stays in my head Every so often it's all the same
reminding me of when she finally went mad
And the things she loved turned so strange
Everything that changes remains the same (Two Poems Upon my mother's death 3-17-99)
THOUGH I WOULD HAVE Though I will surely have many sorrows
I stand now only weighing my tomorrows
spent but open; an assassins trait
Faced with an urgency that will not wait A long lost hope comes with this
Like a favorite lover's sweetest kiss
My grandma said you have an artists soul
And so, too, must let the worst unfold So I am in front of this house once more
Wondering this time what will be in store
For thirty years I have searched to find
The dreams of ours, scorched, then left behind And suddenly I am so afraid to cry
As if all this anguish may puncture the sky
The pain that comes so fierce and so cruel
Begging me again for just one last duel Am I to take the beckoning sword
Slashing until all the blood does pour
Permeate the heart and claim my victory
To find it empty except for its memory? Hello, goodbye, it's all that's left
So I will place down this sword then step
away, away from all that still cries in me
Knowing no other way to face its agony CARRYING INTO THIS STRANGE LAND They say this is necessary yet forbidden
And I say somewhere in her God is hidden
So, she tries not to pay attention to the fears
that accompanies what she sees & whispers in her ear She knows only what she knows each turn
Careful what to carry and what must burn
The child she was so long ago, now so far away
Still speaks to her, though only when she prays Yet there is a hunger here, for life and redemption
a continued embryonic search for classical creation
So, torn and wounded, I carry this conviction
For a family's pain and hardship, there is inspiration A JOKER'S DANCE FOR ANA & MARCEL Laughing in a crown of jewels
Numbness from the sceptor's wound
Toss and turn, I spin and learn
Catch yourself before you burn A joker's dance before the king
Jangling gold beads, a silver ring
Close your eyes and bear the sound
Jumping up then falling down Falling falling falling down
O but I won't let you drown The Royal Rebels discover you
Just as you did find the truth
Circle, circle are you scared?
do you smile or show your tears? I close my eyes to fade away
Figures floating down to lay
We the joker, we meet the thief
The King and Queen give no relief Falling falling falling down
O but I will not lay you down Poem for Nana Once upon a senior citizen
I laid a trip
And balsam
I had no intentions
nor curiousity
I had no cure to offer
Still it seemed a chance for me
to extend myself
to something
I had no notions
Nor grafts to seam
the poems I wrote
were awful
But off I went anyway
and tickled thru
the fancy
My grandma smiled
and kissed my head
and returned then to her dancing. TRICKS OF THE LIGHT Inside/out
the window
glass
I detect
a reflection
in the window
looking
at me
Inside/out
a mirror
I see you too
If I turn it
just so
changing perception
an invention
my deception
my creation
a holygraphic image
like mary/mother
darth mudder
don't play
with me Inside/out
the door
secured
I see to it
He/she
fallen down
can't catch
can't call
can't stop
your fall
But if I turn
it just so
not too late
not fate
I can't tell
But I can see
in her eyes
angels are
conspiring
desperate lies Reference
McGregor, Mary (2000). Poetry. [Online]. Perspectives. [2000, July 1]. | 
