For Glenn
Glenn,
‘Dinggedicht’ has a sound that my dad would have found a way to match with a little wordplay. He spoke more German than he thought he knew—in his sleep!
My mom started embroidering in high school. There is plenty to say about her, including her love of limericks she would recite for hours, given the stage.
I’m glad this little poem is liked. Maybe because it’s homey? And glad it makes room for some discussion.
Could you think about presenting fewer objects and showing how each object is a key to understanding its owner and the relationships among the family members?
I think that’s a different story. Maybe I’ll do that, too. But changing this one may ruin the fun you had figuring it out, and the fun I’m having as you share a new and bigger story nudged by this little poem. Your imagery is alive—do you paint?
You might consider a different title.
Revision 2 has a new title: Yesterday Takes a Seat—maybe it’ll do.
Or choose something that ties in with your great angel image?
I do actually have a “great angel image” in a poem I wrote in the year 2000. Are you psychic? I smile..
I hope the new title answers your last question(s). It’s a complex set of seemingly related questions—and my next question is: are you a philosopher?
Many thanks for your thoughtfulness, the fun, and the encouragement to explore and push the limits.
“Fine work” sounds better than a splendid coconut geode.
Danke, and Muchas Gracias!
~mignon
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