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29 April, 2017: Stones

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by Steven Reese
Stones
The boy mopes over the calendar page
where two weeks erect their wall
of square stone, double-thick, between
now and the day with his name on it.
How will time ever pass
through that?  He looks to the flimsy
lance and dagger of the clock hands.
 
His father, too, sees a row of stones,
but with epitaphs, like dentist
or pick up film.  And above them
a photograph, scenic Ohio, a waterfall
blurred into strands of silver hair.
The days pile into months, the sun
going on and off like lights at a crisis.
 
Below them both, rows of cinderblock
carry the house through darkness
into morning.  A ribbon
of vapor trail drapes the sky.  From two
windows like two squares come loose
from a calendar, two faces look out
as first light unwraps the day.
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“Stones” by Steven Reese, from Enough Light to Steer By. Cleveland State University Press, 1997. Used by permission of the author.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
Steven Reese is a professor of English at Youngstown State University, where he teaches literature and creative writing. He also directs the Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts program in creative writing. His books of poems are Enough Light to Steer By (Cleveland State University) and American Dervish (Salmon).
 

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bonnie
Thank you for the Stone's poem. I love the imagery - the marking of time, past and future and how it changes from youth to adulthood.
5/1/2017 9:15:48 AM

Ryan
Sun up
Slush fund
Brunch?
Lunch?
Much fun
Munch, dunk cup
Drunk rut, but
Such fun
Hugs
4/30/2017 2:33:36 PM

N. K. Hasen
Gold Blocks

Boy from Oxford took dog
To North of woody town
For gold blocks.

Down to ford pond
Boy follow dog to loch
Old myth of gold blocks.

Moon low, owl hoots
Ghostly fog on moor
Boy looks for gold blocks.

Long boy plods on
Dog spy stocky log
No gold blocks, boy sobs.

Prowl on boy took to stony brook
Stoop down to spy gold blocks
Took loot from brook for own.

Lowly howl of wolf
Follows boy, follows dog
Boy jogs for town,
Dog stops to growl
Boy knows to go to town
Slow down for loot of gold blocks.

Soon boy spots town
Slows down, worrys for dog
Dog stops wolf from knoll boldly
Dog strolls now to town.

Boy whoops for joy
Dog jogs to boy
Soon both go to room for
Both now own gold blocks.
4/29/2017 10:47:40 PM

Janice
Sisters sing silently
Giddy girls giggle
Pigeons pierce pieces
Time ticks timidly
I linger inside
I miss his liberal lips.
4/29/2017 10:17:50 PM

Rachel
Bananas can't add,
Man has a hand,
And ants can stand
All at a cabana.
4/29/2017 8:39:01 PM

Samantha
Want van hang
Can any tall cat
Fall far sang
4/29/2017 2:07:46 PM

Jan C.
O drowsy moon,
poor, gloomy orb;
glow ghostly on worlds,
worn down by
crowds of cold ghosts.
4/29/2017 9:46:52 AM



READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.