AT THE SYMPHONY
Of bladder and by the cello concerto’s
I wait in the prostate line
My wife’s dimmed vision
Scans the lobby, seeking mine
Among gray heads
That bob upon a sea of blue blazers.
What is it that draws us here?
Perhaps the aching melancholy
Of a Russian adagio;
More likely the crisp precision,
The tying off of loose ends,
In those short Mozart symphonies
That seem to end so suddenly.
Robert Demaree is the author of four collections of poems, including Fathers and Teachers (2007) and Mileposts (2009), both published by Beech River Books. The winner of the 2007 Conway, N.H., Library Poetry Award, he is a retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire in the eastern U.S. He has had over 550 poems published or accepted by 125 periodicals in the U.S., Canada and U.K., including Cold Mountain Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Miller’s Pond, MediaVirus, Bolts of Silk, Louisville Review and Paris/Atlantic, and in four anthologies including the 2008 and 2010 editions of Poet’s Guide to New Hampshire and Celebrating Poets over 70.. For further information see http://www.demareepoetry.blogspot.com
It is wonderful to read a poem so well written. The quiet execution of the lines is what works so well. Hope to see Robert Demaree again in Dead Snakes.ReplyDelete