but the potential is there

This man i passed in his street level window
in his old-man blue and white striped underpants
plays guitar to sheet music propped up by useless
paper stacks. In my world flowers overstay their welcome
and die, casually, a little bit every day
and i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets,
among the art and the lies …
but the potential is there
like the smell of garlic wafting from an overcrowded
kitchen pot … this man finds a chord, i hear it from
a mile away and cry.

 

written 2.25.13

18 Comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    So beautiful, Jody. So evocative.
    This inspired a response–what your poem says to me.
    ~Anna's Granddaughter, Sherry Cox [email me]

    A sideways glance
    A pause to inspect further
    Recognition and regret
    Diffusing into comprehension
    Release into acceptance in the sun…
    As she slips into her rosy sunset gown.
    Inspiration and gracious beauty
    Infuse our being, wash the Soul
    We are summoned forward then to ground the Spirit
    By the aromas of the hearth, but we recall.

  2. Anonymous says:

    So beautiful, Jody. So evocative.
    This inspired a response–what your poem says to me.
    ~Anna's Granddaughter, Sherry Cox [email me]

    A sideways glance
    A pause to inspect further
    Recognition and regret
    Diffusing into comprehension
    Release into acceptance in the sun…
    As she slips into her rosy sunset gown.
    Inspiration and gracious beauty
    Infuse our being, wash the Soul
    We are summoned forward then to ground the Spirit
    By the aromas of the hearth, but we recall.

  3. Jody says:

    Thank you Sherry – that gorgeous piece of writing brought me some sun on a very very rainy day! looking forward to reconnecting….

  4. Jody says:

    Thank you Sherry – that gorgeous piece of writing brought me some sun on a very very rainy day! looking forward to reconnecting….

  5. Lovely! I get the smell of garlic, and the casually dying flowers. There is both generosity of spirit and also a dignified restraint here. Very well balanced, and not a word out of place.

  6. Lovely! I get the smell of garlic, and the casually dying flowers. There is both generosity of spirit and also a dignified restraint here. Very well balanced, and not a word out of place.

  7. Brian Miller says:

    really nice….i like the turn from the man to the talk of flowers and then the come back to the man…as it allows us to see the same in him…and ending on how the music moved you is a great touch…

  8. Brian Miller says:

    really nice….i like the turn from the man to the talk of flowers and then the come back to the man…as it allows us to see the same in him…and ending on how the music moved you is a great touch…

  9. Truedessa says:

    This really is touching as I can visualize the man and his guitar..the last line sealed the poem.

  10. Truedessa says:

    This really is touching as I can visualize the man and his guitar..the last line sealed the poem.

  11. Terrifically poignant – delicately expressed.. I particularly loved: ' i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets' Great stuff..

  12. Terrifically poignant – delicately expressed.. I particularly loved: ' i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets' Great stuff..

  13. Jody Costa says:

    Thank you all for your comments and for reading! I truly appreciate it!

  14. Jody Costa says:

    Thank you all for your comments and for reading! I truly appreciate it!

  15. lucychili says:

    this man finds a chord, i hear it from a mile away and cry.
    beautiful.

  16. lucychili says:

    this man finds a chord, i hear it from a mile away and cry.
    beautiful.

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