Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Three Poems by Patricia L. Goodman

Poem to Myself

Don't lament this old photograph --
you, ten years old,
in your homemade polka-dot
swimsuit. It’s your first time at the beach.
You’re trying

to please your mother
as you over-react to waves. Take a lesson
from the flock of goldfinches
playing musical perches
on your feeders—
unconcerned their winter gold is dull.
And look,

despite a swollen ankle, that deer
seems serene
as she searches for acorns beneath the snow.
And in that gaggle of geese up there,
the one missing tail feathers
still honks its way home.

When Winter Stayed

The geese look
like decoys, asleep
on the ice, not praying,
yet all facing west. You say
it is because
they are heading the wind.
I have other questions,
but I watch a hawk
land in a bare maple,
and when I turn
you are gone.

All That Remains

In startling desiccation,
           he lies
       beneath a pink peony
in my garden,
           no smell of death,
       no weight in my hands,
           only bones
and feathers,
black starling wings
           extended stiffly,
       dark feet
clasping emptiness,
       beak crookedly agape
from the impact
           that broke his neck.

Above him,
           the window
        to my studio,
cruel cause
           of a simple error,
real reason
           to question
        why we create
such fatal illusions,
           how man fits
        in this world.

Patricia L. Goodman is a widowed mother and grandmother, a graduate of Wells College with a degree in Biology and is a member of Phi Beta Kappa. Her career involved breeding and training horses with her orthodontist husband on their farm in Chadds Ford, PA. She has had poems published in the likes of Aries, The Broadkill Review, Sugar Mule, Requiem Magazine, Jellyfish Whispers, Fox Chase Review; Mistletoe Madness , Storm Cycle, Poised in Flight(all from Kind of a Hurricane Press)On Our Own (Silver Boomer Books) and The Widow’s Handbook. Her first book, Closer to the Ground was a finalist in the 2014 Dogfish Head Poetry Competition and she has twice won the Delaware Press Association Communications Award in poetry. She lives on the banks of the Red Clay Creek in Delaware, where she is surrounded by the natural world she loves.

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