I just made the hard decsion to remove a favorite and certainly my most frequently published poem “Absolution” from my book manuscript.
“Absolution” was first published in Domicile (Sept. 1999) and reprinted in Wired Art from Wired Hearts (May 2001). It was a mini-chapbook, 24th Street Irregular Press, #322 Poems-For-All Series, (November 2003), and reprinted in The Verb (July, 2004) and Cracked Lenses (July 2005). It has appeared on this blog in March, September and November 2006.
Absolution
On the rock’s underside,
sleeping in the soft dirt,
the earlywigs
roll themselves into balls.
The scent of musty earth
floats upward,
and they scurry to get away—
wishing to live in peace.
How can I justify
this abruptness of sunlight?
Nothing is pure
among thin shadows.
A chill invades me,
and I cast the rock aside,
falling to my knees,
as though my action
might proclaim my innocence.
But who will listen
while I explain—
crying a plaintive cry
to a lonely field
where summer is dying?
Those grubs lie still.
Still. With no premonition
of autumnal joy.
Those grubs lie still
beneath the lifted stone.


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May 29, 2007 at 10:29 pm
Larry
Helen, I am awed by this poem. I love the way you weave your words.
I could smell the dirt. See the rolypolys. And those yucky earlyworms I was afraid of them when I was little. I loved rolypolys though. Loved the lightning bugs in Arkansas too.
May 29, 2007 at 10:37 pm
krkbaker
Wow, I like you already. Glad I stumbled here. I see why it was so popular. It’s amazing. Kim
May 29, 2007 at 10:47 pm
helenl
Thanks Larry.
May 29, 2007 at 10:48 pm
helenl
Hi Kim. Welcome to my blog.
May 29, 2007 at 10:58 pm
thepoetryman
Loved it. I saw the rock hovering menacingly over the grubs and felt sorry for them…and I’ve never felt sorry for grubs.
May 30, 2007 at 7:23 am
helenl
Thanks Poetryman. I kept trying to make it fit, but it just always seemed to be in the wrong place no what order I put the poems in. So I took it out to make the manuscript stronger. The poems’s been with me since 1999, so it feels like an old friend, who will understand.
May 30, 2007 at 11:48 am
Sherry Chandler
Oh it’s a hard, hard question, Helen, but a fine, fine poem. I have been there.
“How can I justify
this abruptness of sunlight?”
These are words that will stay with me.
May 30, 2007 at 3:46 pm
helenl
Hi Sherry. It’s like taking your favorite line out of a poem. I’m sure you’ve done that, too. And thank you.