They did this for any number of years

After a Morandi still life, watercolor by William Eaton, 2018 - 2They did this for any number of years.

She would tell him, often with tears,

She was suffering—at her job, in her

Personal life. He would say or try

As diplomatically as possible . . .

“Were it me, . . . maybe to find I would try . . .

 

A good therapist.” She then managed

To get angry at him. “I’m not damaged!”

Was one of her lines. That is, she was

Not damaged like he was. She did not help

Need like he did. So he—suffering less?—

Went silent. Until, after months without help

 

She’d be back. She was suffering at her job,

In her personal life. For years, she sobbed,

And he—damaged?—too gentle of mind? . . .

Absorbed the accusations that came his way,

Trying, afterwards, to chase them from his mind.

 

Some people spend their lives this way.

 
— Poem and watercolor, after a Giorgio Morandi still life, by William Eaton.

For more about Morandi as a painter of relationships, see Morandi, Relationships, Fascism, Still Life (Zeteo, November 2015). As for what I have taken to calling “matter of fact poetry,” more anon, perhaps.
 

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Categories: No Solution, Poems (including Limericks)

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2 replies

    • Glad you liked it, Nina! And good to hear from you. How are you? Your trip to Ireland? As for the poem, I categorize such as “matter of fact poems,” perhaps a good field to plow. I also seem — as I gray? — to be moving from more brassy rhymes to slyer ones. Best, William

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