Gargantua

I remember Gargantua
Squatting in his cage
His eyes staring
With helpless animosity
His Massive muscular body
Sluggish and slumped
Against the cold glass
Of his circus den
No screams no beating
of his massive chest
Only the New York crowd
Waiting restlessly to see
God’s superman deprived of Liberty

Ted Goodell
January 2018

 

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The Visit

How abruptly a visit ends
An emptiness we long to understand
A space still waiting with a name
The surprise of seeing someone
Sharing recollections of the past
The space we share committed
To such fragile time
As if the calendar were bare
And all this candor with a friend
Is now a memory an empty room
Where flower follows flower till they bloom

Ted Goodell
November 2017

 

 

Ode to the Rotator Cuff

The body is a leaky vessel
When the rotator cuff is torn
It lists to one side
And the oars are powerless
To steer the boat

Its compass hovers with uncertain range
Directionless and unfamiliar with the sea
Its hull dashed against the wild waves
Its yard arm flapping helplessly in the wind

Ted Goodell
November 2017

A Short Poem On A Long Marriage

Marriage like love
Is always transactional
And sometimes transitional
But the touch of your hand
Was never conditional
And sixty years of marriage
Was never equivocal
Marriage like music
is mathematical
And sometimes paradoxical
But sixty years of marriage
Was never conjectural
And with you Marie
It has always been exceptional

 

Ted Goodell
November 2017

The Missionary

She carries the

Paraphernalia of her faith

Sheltered near her heart

Her judicious smile

Conveys an aptitude

To missionize her faith

In parks or playgrounds

Where her congregation of casual strollers

Politely pause to receive the word

And be blessed by a sun

Heralding a Kingdom yet to come

 

Ted Goodell

August 2017

Cagney

Hissing between his teeth

With a smirk

Hoisting up his slacks

With a little bounce

Off the balls of his feet

A quick adjustment

Of shoulders and jacket and fists

All while drawing back

His lips and giving a slow dark temper

A chance to sneer

Some New York City nerve

Straight to the face

Of his cringing rival

He controls the encounter

By straightening the otherwise

Perfect lapels

With reserved motion and malice

Right to the face

Of his threatened foe

 

Ted Goodell

August 2017