Mr and Mrs Lattimore are not unlike conjoined twins
they go everywhere together
store, movie, restaurant, doctor’s, dentist,
it is as if they share a spinal column or a breast plate
prior to marriage they had separate names
separate lives
separate friends
separate relatives
they might as well sell their second car
it has not been used since their wedding twelve years ago
one of them is a relative
it might as well be both
they sit together at a table
answer questions directed to the other
if you call, you are put on speaker
speaking to both, never just one
I wonder if they use the same public restroom?
Categories:
lattimore, humorous,
Form: Narrative
5/22/2020
Marcus Lattimore
The architecture.
Little by little.
Will start to crumble.
When you discover.
The influences.
Conformity.
At the expense.
Of sanity.
Is blasphemy.
Deconstruct.
The world's view.
Build anew.
And find.
The true,
You.
Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
lattimore, self,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Couplet “New Lens”
My blood, sweat, and tears. Every single drop.
Yes it hurt but life doesn’t stop
The world kept moving and so did I
I was determined to continue to fly
Looking back now, it was a major blessing
Came out of it better with many life lessons
Protect your ear with positive friends
and just like a new camera, you’ll have a new lens
Written by Marcus Lattimore
Categories:
lattimore, blessing, life, perspective,
Form: Couplet
from: "Anniversary", by Richard Lattimore:
"A two o'clock of sun and shutters. Oh, recall
the chair's angle -- a stripe of shadow on the wall --
the hour we gathered in our hands, and then let fall."
My own lost childhood,
those hard days that, now,
no one would believe, I still review.
Things not clearly understood
emerge from the haze of time.
Hours of somnolence resolve
into gradually more vivid recollections,
dream-like in their drama.
For me, no catharsis.
Time does not heal all wounds,
will not change that history.
The past lives on.
I may no longer be that child,
but I am, still, that boy.
Categories:
lattimore, age, anxiety, bereavement, boy,
Form: Free verse
Three Sisters
Three sisters sitting on a stoop
Like Autumn Summer and Spring
Reflective Introspective and Serene
Contemplating the past present and beyond
Givers of life from the womb to the tomb your love is eternal
You nurture children into women and men
Mothers of the Earth life's sweet nectar is chilled for all that you do
Salud
Three Sisters by Allen Hackett/ Inspired by Ruby Jackson,Nancy Serels and Woodie Lattimore.
Excerpted from: "The Other Side" by Allen Hackett. Copyright © 1989
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Categories:
lattimore, mother,
Form: Free verse