James Marshall Goff Poet Narrative

Dreamtime: the Old Alley Way

A slow funeral dirge loops through my head as I bend the reeds
of wild alley weeds in my old neighborhood, pausing to listen
to the drunken diatribes hurled by the shell of a man, 3-houses
down…praying I won’t be seen. 

Newcomers don’t often visit, the same faces cringe in surprise at
the sudden change in tempo or tone, afraid a new direction may
 result….sounds never heard before….questions never asked before.

Finally, I find the familiar crevices and secret passageways, proven
over time…..balms and knowing glances, to a place I know,

                                                                                        ……a place

                                                                                                      I know   


10/22/10
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5:22 am
Mom had a stroke Monday,
She’s doin a bit better…….
I’m hangin’ on

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David Smalling November 16, 2010 at 5:52 AM By the way, I am praying for your mother. I lost mine this February, and know what it feels like. Remember, God is standing by

David Smalling November 16, 2010 at 5:50 AM Emily Dickenson wrote I saw a funeral in my brain, and it puzzled men, you write a slow funeral dirge loops through my head, and I feel liberty. May God continue to use you and keep you sublime

Poet Destroyer A October 23, 2010 at 9:28 AM Very emotional poem, Glad she's better and your hanging on, Have a blessed day.

Dr.Ram Mehta October 22, 2010 at 6:05 AM Very touchy and meaningful write, Dreamtime, Jimbo

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 22, 2010 at 5:19 AM A deep and intense ..inviting read Jimbo and luv your title which catches the eye... enjoyed your creative theme today with luv..happy weekend..