Because April is also National Poetry Month, I'm going to post some poems from my yellowing chapbook, "Suburban Myths."
The Jar
            jar beneath
                  broken
        floor of
          a school
                   house in
          the Santa 
      Lucias
            show and
                          tell
             treasure
       discarded to make
               space for new
    grammars
                  all boys
                      chase
             lizards few catch
        a two
                  headed blue
           belly
          --Scott Rhoades
The Song
Listen to children
cries, laughs
sneezes, endless
questions, the
'Da" of an infant
Their song the breath
that catches trees
turns Earth like a 
tri-colored pinwheel
made of foil
          --Scott Rhoades
Wood That I Could
(for Kevin who can)
I tried to carve
animals like the
ivory whales and seals
at Juan's house
Cub Scout knife
bit too deep
blue whale became
brontosaurus
stallion
mouse
the world's greatest letter opener
Dad's pencil can
stuffed with a zoo of
sharpened sticks
supposed to be elephants
Not so Kevin
for Christmas Mom got
a plant stand shaped
like a spiral staircase
to guide Creeping Charlie
toward the Wandering Jew
I gave her a toaster
          --Scott Rhoades
Ardenwood
Us kids passed that grove on Jarvis
eucalyptus stretched to Union City
trunks striped with peeling bark
the odor of Dad's cough drops
Deer fox rabbit coyote
Pat heard there were bears
they like eucalyptus he said
a farmhouse, deserted, rotting
haunted or a home for gangsters
Juan said. We laughed stayed away
Now I follow signs
Patterson's farm a regional park
railroad station slash general store
sells candy and permission to enter
the restored Victorian mansion
Upstairs a curtain moves
coyote shadows stalk the woods
white stag treats its throat
with eucalyptus, looks
at me with eyes like mine
I leave the trail, enter Ardenwood.
          --Scott Rhoades
 
 
4 comments:
These are wonderful, Scott. I didn't know you did poetry. Other than Ancient Icelandic and the Roses are Red thing. :) Awesome!
And this is why Scott is one of our most popular UTChWr Bloggers! ;o)
Aw, shucks. :)
Great job, Scott! This is my favorite line: "the breath that catches trees."
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