An old poem, lately re-worked.




I Write Because

I write because at the front of Room 214, Mr Waldron had a poster of “The Road Not Taken," complete with bare brown tree and forked black path.


I write because I needed to fill up the time in study hall and didn't feel like studying.

I write because of Don McLean, The Looking Glass, America, Lennon & McCartney.

I write because what else was an only child to do who couldn't throw a football or shoot baskets or hit home runs or score goals?

I write because Joseph, Erin, Emily, Alison, and Marzieh have been my therapists. Because Fr. Barry, Rev. Peggy, Clara, Steve, and Rev. Jennifer have guided my spirit wisely.

I write because of tired faces on the Red Line. Because of black coffee and Dylan Thomas.

 

I write because Brother Pat Logan played "Let It Be" on his guitar in the Salesian Boys Club chapel.

I write because of Hart Crane, because of Franconia Notch, because of cold showers and ambidextrous crushes.

I write because of Saint Lucie’s Day, the yeares mid-night.

I write because of Wishes, Lies, and Dreams. Because of Seamus Heaney and Juan de la Cruz.

I write because Tracy Chapman smote my heart at first sight. I write because Cardinal Bergoglio became Pope Francis.

I write because the Eastie kids called me maggot, wimp, pussy, queer.

I write because Paul Ashman killed a spider in his backyard, and we buried it under a small mound of dirt, and said Catholic prayers to ensure its sweet repose.

I write because of insomnia and even more black coffee. I write like Wystan Auden's bastard child.

I write for the woman at Uncle Bob's barbecue who looked at me funny when I said I was 29 and not yet married.

I write because Dr Martínez made me better, Dr Nethercutt made me worse.

I write because E E Cummings grew up in Cambridge and is buried in Jamaica Plain. I write because Uta Pippig won the Boston Marathon.

I write: Simple Minds, the Smiths, New Order, Depeche Mode, the Cure, the Fixx, the Jam, the Call, the Clash, the Fall, Dexys Midnight Runners, A Flock of Seagulls.

 

I write because in my fiftieth autumn I turned toward gratitude, toward healing human connection.

 

I write because nobody’s stopped me yet.





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Written on 2022-06-09 at 09:22

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
And you should never stop writing!! All reasons enumerated here are valid, but the most important of all is because it's in you and you're so talented, and your writing makes many happy who can read what you write! I feel so very lucky to be able to read what you write... immense pleasure always, thanks.
2022-03-29


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
For the sheer joy of writing, for that is what read in your words.
2022-01-11



thank you for writing because I love what I read
2022-01-11

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