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

 

 

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On My Eighty Fourth Birthday

How long does it take

To reach eighty four

Does it all depend

On the calendar

Or is the evidence

Found in the ritual

Of the predictability of time

A sequential pattern in space

Or in a gentle breeze

That carries memories and songs

And the shadowy substance of being born

An epilogue to my family and friends:

Treasure today

Profit from yesterday

Invest wisely in tomorrow

 

Ted Goodell

May 2017

The Sign Swinger

 

Like a rectangular arrow

The sign Leaps and loops

As shot to the air

From hands held high

Above his head

And to his back

Bent to receive

This cardboard missile

As traffic slows

To watch his dazzling force

This skill that swings

His pride in work

And leaves brigades

Of silent men to drive away

with envy of such youthful grace

An audience to see

This salesmanship

In air and space

 

Ted Goodell

October 1, 2015

Ode to Testis

 

The testicles hang side by side,

Swaying twins, silent tumbling

Mates in celestial song

They navigate in stormless

Circles, shy orbiting seeds.

 

Partisans, side by side

They swirl and pivot,

Smooth and elliptical they roll,

They circle in dark

Orbital space

Sprouting a million stars,

Devoted swimmers

In a sea no swooping

Sounds disturbs.

 

Ted Goodell

1978