Nancy Beckman Poet Narrative

Every Season Changes

The asphalt driveway is blackened over by rain 
sand bags lie in the corner of the garage in case water creeps in, some sheep scurry in distant fields 

Your elephant eyes are locked on the TV; 55 inches of electronic love
I liked lying under the moonlight on summer nights as moths danced towards the patio light I remind myself in melancholy moods, child please don’t cry, every season changes 

Your vehicle’s mileage spans out to El Dorado’s grave and back
The snares of your life keep drumming it’s slower now, consistent patters; the TV is staring back at you copper pennies lie in wait beside your remote control, everything has a place with you 

If I could tie a rope around your Will I would direct it towards my family, we are hopeful you will see us, and remember tossing your children in the air, serving crepes every Christmas morning and the brick house you lived in with your wife for more than two decades, a pool of tumbling memories without all the injures, it is ok to feel free, to be a part of a living zoo 

thunder rumbles past our yellow one-story apartment, somewhere swans sleep unaware of rain

swaying slowly when you stand, I’m starting to realize God balances us all out
cement like air fills my lungs as the newscaster gets soaked by yet another wave
 
staring blankly, you blink at the angel food cake on the counter and shuffle on, towards the Rio Grande 
bones of drowned years clamber past Nevada, Arizona, all the tumble weed states  

falling forward we catch ourselves each day, we shade our eyes from the glaring sun, as the dust gathers below the Grand Canyon
you shuffle in and switch the channel, the trumpets settle in my heart as you ask, how did it go today?

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James Inman September 29, 2022 at 6:45 PM Hi Nancy, just reading some of the poems I've fav'd. I really enjoy the emotion and wonderful imagery in this one. Nancy Beckman October 10, 2022 at 7:23 PM Thanks!

James Inman June 29, 2020 at 12:14 PM Wow, Nancy! I'm sorry it took me so long to find this one. You have written a compelling story here. Sad and filled with imagery. I would not dare to insult you by trying to define your intent through much of your write. Only you know what many of your references mean to you, as it should be, but you have created so many deep images in my mind. Your title makes clear what you want me to understand. I feel your loss for the person you write about. Life is change, sometimes good sometimes not. Nancy Beckman July 26, 2020 at 5:43 PM Thank you, James.

Caren Krutsinger May 20, 2019 at 1:52 AM Nancy, this poem appealed to my soul. I liked so many different things about it, I cannot possibly do i justice but I would like to re-read it whenever I want, so I have FAVED it. Thank you for this one! Nancy Beckman May 20, 2019 at 6:49 PM Wonderful to hear, thank you Caren!