Caren Krutsinger Poet Couplet

I Know You Are Here

It's 3 a.m.  The universal witching hour, so of course, I'm wide awake.
The snarly opossums are on the porch, fighting over a delicious corn-fed steak.
Sophie Dog is on the back of the couch, growling at an unseen spirit.
Heavy cigarette smoke smell assaults my nose, proof my father is near it.
He has been gone since '84, but at 3 a.m. this does not matter.
Mother-in-law throws a blue dish in the kitchen, an ominous clatter.
"I know you are here," I haughtily remind them. yet with a bit of force.
"No reason to throw dishes or blow smoke, go back to your heavenly source."
A quick glimpse out of the corner of my  eye, a smile reminiscent of Lee.
Time to go back to bed and astral travel with my ancestors around me.

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Quoth Theraven July 28, 2019 at 11:55 AM Caren, I like this poem. Sometimes you create poetry with such devoted, & haunted singularity. -Richard Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2019 at 9:19 PM Thank you Richard. Sometimes I am not creating them at all. The spirits are all around me, and they do not hesitate to take the fingers and begin pounding the keyboard.

Tahira Parveen February 21, 2018 at 10:10 AM Great poem , very well illustrated and captured the moment Caren:) Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2018 at 10:22 PM Thank you Tahira. I appreciate it.

Line Gauthier February 21, 2018 at 8:44 AM Right up my alley. A delightfully astral beauty of a poem. Exquisitely done, Caren.