Candy Rant

"I killed a rat with a stick once."

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Really Good Poem

While I'm still trying to get my writing schedule figured out, and my travel schedule, and my physical therapy appointments booked (my stiff neck has begun to scream like a banshee now that I can't ignore it for paper grading), I'll put up this poem by John Poch. Hope you like it. Just the first two lines are amazing all by themselves.

5 AM

People want four things. The first three
are easy: to love, to know, to be.
The fourth is for the rooster atop
the bush outside my window to stop
its lonely crowing. For sleep's sake,
even the cat thinks what will it take
to figure his pretty hen is dead.
Shredded feathers and fluff were spread
across the yard outside the back door
like a shuttlecock factory floor.
From darkness, he calls her nonetheless,
till the stars have faded in the west.
Some morning soon I might take him
by the old comb and beak and shake him,
look him in the eye and say, She won't
be back, not now, not noon, so don't,
just don't. But then, I allow the blame
of betrayal is better than the shame
of silence. I get up, crow along,
singing some forlorn morning song
while poaching eggs. Silence comes
with eating. I throw the few toast crumbs
of what's left over into the back yard
along with last night's corn and Swiss chard,
and who comes barreling over to look
but this dumb bird who daily crooks
his neck to crow when he sees the sun
like a distant yolk not quite a son,
not quite a god, when he lifts his praise
to mystery and emptiness.


  • At 4:04 PM, Blogger Mary Lucille Hays said…

    This is lovely! Thanks for posting it. The picture is perfect, too. Where did it come from?

  • At 4:05 PM, Blogger Mary Lucille Hays said…

    hope your neck feels better.

  • At 8:00 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    This is so funny...I wrote myself a note a few weeks ago to put a copy of this in your mailbox at work. I knew you'd like it. And then that note went the way of many other notes. :)

    The picture, I love, too. I stole it off the intertubes. Googled "rooster crowing."

    My neck is going to take 2 physical therapy visits a week for the whole summer, but the guy really knows his stuff and I'm encouraged.


  • At 12:47 PM, Anonymous Gail Storey said…

    A wonderful poem, love the way I fall into it, and the way it ends with mystery and emptiness (the good kind). Have been catching up on your posts and enjoying them all!

  • At 12:57 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    Gail, I love that poem so much. I was going to get the guy's book, but I've looked up some of his other poems and nothing is anything like this in tone.

    I'm using this one in the fall for a class.

    Glad to see you here!

  • At 4:06 PM, Blogger MamaMidwife said…

    Um, I hate to go off topic here. But it's been a week and I still haven't heard about "LOST". I don't watch the show, but live vicariously through a couple of other bloggers (and no one has said anything). Please??

    Word verification: kinitich

    noun: the feeling a knitter gets when she is just "itching" to cast on a new project.


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