How to read Burnsian – Just a note on a man who writes with far too many consonants

So we have had some time together
And this blogging thing is starting to work for me

A few thoughts on the way i am putting this work out there for your perusal and edification

I offer my work the way a mountain stream offers its water

I am an artist
i live the artist’s life

A life of living and loving
and Everyday Grind
It’s all part and parcel of the magic and logic of life
All an examination of my personal mythology

I would no more feel only one kind of emotion
than i would drink only one kind of wine

I present my works in yin/yang pairs
the helpless part of the heart in one poem and the enduring part in another

I actually study poetry and form
even though i mostly do free verse
(and let me apologize to all those who have been brave enough to read my work out loud)

I seldom put words with my photo memories because the images say so much that words will be diluted to insignificance

There seem to be themes in my work but remember
i am totally incapable of seeing them
My work is too much in my own heart. . .
i can’t be objective
But i will always be true

Mildred and Franky

Then there was that time aunt Mildred came to visit. She tries to nudge in and take the dish washing cloth from him>
Thanks, I already have a mom, and have more than enough trouble dealing with her.

{Mildred Abernathy} I don’t know where any of your plates go.

{Franky} Live a little, look through the cabinets, explore. You know me. Where would I put things.

{Mildred Abernathy} I want to wash.

{Franky} I know. Dry

{Mildred Abernathy} While we were at the DMV I noticed that you’re not an organ donor.

{Franky} How did you manage that?

{Mildred Abernathy} It says so on your license.

{Franky} And?

{Mildred Abernathy} You really should, you know. Don’t give me that look. You laugh at the strangest things . . . stop.”

{Franky} Laughing or washing?

{Mildred Abernathy} Both.

{Franky} No.

{Mildred Abernathy} You need to take this serious . . .

{Franky} Dry and talk or dry without talking

{Mildred Abernathy} You can be so . . . infuriating

The Boy In My Shoes

I remember as plain as this morning
The first time he put on my shoes
They were so big on him
he had to scuff his feet
to keep them on

“When I grow up daddy
I’m gonna be just like you.
I’m gonna wear your shoes
and live in this house with mommy.”

And then one day
My shoes fit
He wore my shoes on his first big date
He didn’t think his standard tennis shoes would do
And I stood at the door
watching my shoes walk away…

He has outgrown my shoes
nowadays he buys his own
And he told me that his son was wearing his shoes last Saturday
They were so big on him
he had to scuff his feet
to keep them on

The Unruly Pet

The human heart can be a really
really annoying pet
You have to water it
feed it
Take it for walks
And face it
its never really satisfied

But then again
you need the exercise
Exercise is good for your heart
And when its all asnarl
with burrs
and thorns
and bits of leaf
Looking at you with those
huge chocolate-amber puppy eyes. . .

Just remember
Its bound to keep you up all night
howling at the moon
And if it trips you up
pavement can be real unforgiving