Lula Pickering - 1887-1906

Lula Pickering

1887 – 1906


Have you seen my bluebirds today?
Have you fed them a few crumbs of stale rye bread?
I must have taken a hundred walks as a young girl
In search of my freewheeling friends.
And with only my slender shadow at my side,
I recited a million silent invocations to my Lord.
I greeted the noon tide on those many happy occasions
As if in flight myself.
And my only friends,
Regaled in flying blazing blue,
Flew with me to fantastic heights
And I kissed the rising sun a hundred times
But received not even a smiling sigh in return.
And it was in Black Canyon 
That I discovered the one true answer to my only question in life.
I discovered that love is a clinging cloud
That arrives and sometimes lingers.
Or it is a cloud that moves on quickly
Like a late train to Los Angeles in 1904
Leaving only a faint wisp of windy dust in its wake.
Roscoe Settle was that cloud;
A cloud at once full of light and rare beauty.
A cloud that stood still and refused to wink or budge.
But I gave Roscoe Settle my pursed lips
And like a silly infatuated fool
I gave him the hidden treasure within my bosom.
God knows that I pleaded and begged like a panhandling maniac
For my handsome boy to stay.
To stay forever with me in this town of sensational sunsets
And of soaring spiraling bluebirds
In search of a lonely jilted girl 
Who now walks as an ethereal restless ghost
Amongst the crosses and stone lilacs of this dead land.
Only my parents knew of my untimely demise.
Only the sheriff and Mr. White knew that I took my own life.
And that I ended my life over Roscoe Settle.
I found the old rope in my father’s barn
And the last thing I remember
Was the quick snap of the rope
And of my soft svelte neck
As I threw myself,
Noosed and sad
From my father’s hay loft
On a moonless August evening.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013



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Date: 9/16/2016 7:25:00 PM
You make me weep for your talent . A paycheck in writing. Your gift of loves timing. In the soul of the dead you will come to life. You mourning the pen of those long dead. They beseach your soul to make them famous. But in reality they are spinning your dreams from the undead. Because they are really alive inside your head.
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Stark Hunter
Date: 9/16/2016 7:43:00 PM
This poem was a pleasure to write. I am happy you enjoyed it.
Date: 9/16/2016 7:19:00 PM
Omg. You have to submit these to a publisher. You are that awesome. Omg. Hunter. You have the gift.
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Stark Hunter
Date: 9/16/2016 7:47:00 PM
I published this and 72 other epitaphs in my anthology "Voices From Clark Cemetery." I self-published it through Lulu. But my goal before I die is to publish it at Knopf. I sent the book to them in August. Hoping for the best.
Date: 3/16/2014 2:02:00 PM
Stark :) It was nice to see your poem featured in the poetry soups, home page this past week. Enjoy the coming week. Always & Forever *LINDA
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Date: 3/11/2014 9:53:00 AM
Awesome poem Stark, CONGRATULATIONS, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. I'm always enjoying top picks of the week. Take Care ~SKAT~
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