House Draft

Second pages doubling over
sawing and hawing
the necessity of sequels
when the pacing staggers
and the room becomes
aware
of the house.

To slump, to drudge
to mow the lawn twice
'case you missed it the first time
to run the weak coffee back
through its grind
in case you're reminded of
a better cup, a better morning
whether it's gone or
to come up
in a year of mid-mornings
of hazy tired Promise...

Closet at sunrise,
Closet of tired promise,
Rings around the collars;
Embattled elbow strikes,
Knee rebellions...

For the body must be freed
to feel beyond all housing
the warming sun.

And each new room
is doomed to repeat itself
but it shutters and
it blushes to be
caught in a new draft.

by Nate Braeuer

Comments (4)

it hurts so much since it hurt you...those feeling can only be evoked truely by experiencing it...my heart goes out to you, Mary...but i am happy that your poems now are happy and down to earth...it has not killed you on the inside...you are indeed a very strong person...love...nalini
A very sad tale Mary, but there is nothing anyone can do, it has to be up to the individual I'm afraid, and it depends on how strong they are. You've weathered it all very well. Keep courage with you. Love Ernestine XXX
Disease is sad........
Alcoholism does create relapses and tension in the family. The best bet is for the relatives of alcoholics to continue to take extra good care of themselves and to know they deserve a good life regardless of whether the alcoholic continues to drink or not. What an honest sharing of your poem in how alcoholism affects the child. Good work. Sincerely, Connie Webb