SELFIE
It should not surprise
us,
Navel-gazing
nation,
Heirs of
Narcissus,
That you can use your
telephone
To take a picture of
yourself.
Not a new idea, better people have
tried it:
Raphael, Rembrandt,
Rubens
Spread oil over
canvas
Pursuing this dubious
premise:
What I look like to
myself
Should be of interest to
you.
Autobiographers may be on firmer
ground,
Motives clearer, at
least,
But what would an
autobiographical
Symphony sound
like,
What poem is not a snapshot of
self?
TWO QUESTIONS FOR THE
MEDICARE ADMINISTRATOR
Walking in the
woods:
What happens when a connection
Fails
Between brain and
leg,
Whatever, besides
vision,
Keeps you from
walking
Into trees?
The dean
emeritus
Of the School of Engineering
Smiles vacantly,
pleasantly
In the memory care
lounge
While Andy Griffith
episodes
Roll on in black and
white.
Should we feel any sadder for
him
Than for the
plumber
Wandering the
halls,
Electronically
connected
Into the security
system,
Muttering
Need some
help,
Need some help.
Untitled
Canada geese on the
road;
Old Buick
approaches.
They fly
off:
Motion
detector.
Robert Demaree is the author of three
book-length collections of poems, including After Labor Day, published in April 2014
by Beech River Books. In 2013 his
poems received first place in competitions sponsored by the Poetry Society of
New Hampshire and the Burlington
Writers Club He is a retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire, where he lives four months of
the year. He has had over 650 poems published or accepted by 150 periodicals.
For further information see http://www.demareepoetry.. blogspot.com
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