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mr howard sees mrs howard...
by John Flanagan
Thursday, April 04, 2013
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smooth a rumple on the stairs
where the carpet lost grip,
prevent what light steps skip as snag
turning to hazard for slow feet

'how is he today?'

draw from the drawer
papers with once immaculate corners,
degrees unmissable as right
words he sent from far
that can't avoid often opening and folding,
traces of fingers and balm of lips
on the starts and endings of his tenderness

'a little better'

pile what's dead
in a dark spot in the left alone garden
to curl in frost this way and that, sink in damp,
gather heat under a convalescent sun,
steam and juices waiting for his hands
to return from another stay and story
with power to spread and the heart for growing

'since we put him by the window'

take his arm
first time out together in a while

'more himself'

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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 2/8/2015
A truly heart touching slice of life, John.
Reviewed by JMS Bell 3/13/2014
Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson 8/27/2013
Together in sickness and health. These are the ties that bind!.....M
Reviewed by Andy Turner 8/24/2013
Such intelligent observation in what some see as mundane, or are just asleep - blind, yet here we see the universal in life's smallest detail.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 7/20/2013
enjoy the profoundness of your writing
peace be with you

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 6/18/2013
convalescent sun...
this one strikes home, john.
well don.
Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger 4/17/2013
Your heart tender in this splendid write.

Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by jude forese 4/11/2013
you have the ability to take commonplace experiences and situations and bring out the quintessential ceremony of the moment ...
Reviewed by Harry Osborne 4/10/2013
a true love poem
love in sickness and in health
tender strong real
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 4/9/2013
You immediately and deftly take us into the textured world of this couple making the poem an experience through your technique and your genius.
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 4/8/2013
Of Heart and Soul
You have touched
with such Love!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Odin Roark 4/6/2013
Easily felt as the whispers of one's inner voice, knowing that certain realities are better served in poetic musings. Beautifully rendered in just the right syncopation of rhythm and searching structure.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 4/5/2013
I always enjoy the high creativity of your poems. It seems to me that there is an older person in the house being taken care of and some of his belongings are being examined. Otherwise, I haven't a clue.

Reviewed by David Hightower 4/4/2013
John - You have captured that love that deepens over the years to support the loved one in the inevitable frailties of living. The lines:

words he sent from far
that can't avoid often opening and folding,
traces of fingers and balm of lips
on the starts and endings of his tenderness

reflect the early love that has grown to the present.

The lines, "take his arm
first time out together in a while"

remind me of a book I read about an Irish farm family. The author tells of an elderly aunt and uncle who can't get around alone so they always go out together because they can get around by supporting each other. This poem brought that wonderful image back to me.

Wonderfully written as always.
Reviewed by Jon Willey 4/4/2013
life, married life in particular is a serial of opportunities, challenges and an ever evolving process of recuperations. each demanding that we enlist additional resources, strength and accommodations to survive. as we fumble our way through we are buoyed by recollections of the fond times past and search through the hard memorabilia to support them. your creations, the howards are emblematic of the eternal cycle passed between the generations, not by choice of course, by the hands of circumstance and fate. unwilling yet unable to amend the courses we are dealt. john, i see my grandparents, parents and now me in the roles you have set forth with great care. acquiescence rather than acceptance of what is. you have set tenderness to the work which embraces the reality. here is an emotional event that few will not readily relate to. i wish you love and peace my dear friend. jon michael
Reviewed by Budd Nelson 4/4/2013
such a dear feeling in this
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis 4/4/2013
The ambiance is genuine, quiet, heavy with closure. The sadness is lifted by a degree of comfort and familiarity. It simply is as it is, as it must be. You create in full-color. I bet you dream in full-color, too. This is beautiful and compassionate, John. I imagine an open window to let in a spring breeze laced in birdsong to further ensconse the bond between two.
Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow 4/4/2013
Wow.. I read this and was drawn back to another time..and another couple, my mom and dad.. a beautifully bittersweet piece.. thank you John

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