LIGHT THROUGH TREE WELL
FATHER WITH HIS DAUGHTER ON SKIS,
WITH GRANDDAUGHTERS,
AFTER 14 WINTERS WITH NO SNOW
for Krista Bodeen
Descending Hourglass
story-tossed through moguls--
Paradise Basin opens for daughters
Paradise Basin opens for daughters
in powder returning the dream body.
Jim Bodeen
Jim Bodeen
3 January 2011
AT 40
--for Tim Bodeen
He was three years old
when his father put him on skis.
He shows his father
a new way down the mountain.
Jim Bodeen
3 January 2011
THE SKI TECH WORKS THE FATHER'S SKI SET
--for Tim Bodeen
Thirty seven years on the mountain together.
Consider that. The ski tech knows the father's moves on snow.
He knows his father's more interested in the mountain than the ski.
One year he gets the father a pair of skis to get him off his back.
It takes him longer to show him a new way to descend--
the father that concerned with form.
Jim Bodeen
3 January 2011
He was three years old
when his father put him on skis.
He shows his father
a new way down the mountain.
Jim Bodeen
3 January 2011
THE SKI TECH WORKS THE FATHER'S SKI SET
--for Tim Bodeen
Thirty seven years on the mountain together.
Consider that. The ski tech knows the father's moves on snow.
He knows his father's more interested in the mountain than the ski.
One year he gets the father a pair of skis to get him off his back.
It takes him longer to show him a new way to descend--
the father that concerned with form.
Jim Bodeen
3 January 2011
CELEBRATING KAREN'S BIRTHDAY EARLY
Riding fumes of holiday blues,
city entrance to see our son, and the sun,
to see each other, say Happy Birthday
in the aftermath of ChristTruthBirth
left to culture as overstock,
looking for something after spending,
leftover resurrection possibilities, dharma
perhaps, something the artist said
between women, put on walls
by corporate sponsors--He just goes on
trying things--God does. That's enough,
along with a couple of photographs of you,
art object, only door to the soul snapshot
against art's faith try, reflection
in the window, quiet ChristTruth you,
not yourself in this, but Christ
lifted from a midwest crib,
found in blindness, may be
God gift, baby Moses in urban reeds,
you at the door when the door opens.
Jim Bodeen
1 January 2011
TWO QUESTIONS FOR THE BOY
ON SKIS SPRAWLED OUT BESIDE THE SKI LIFT--
ONE FROM THE GRANDPA, THE OTHER FROM THE GRANDSON
Do you need some help?
Are you just eating snow?
Jim Bodeen
30 December 2010
It took me a day to sit with these lines, today, well, they are why poems are the jaw breakers of the literary world. Humor is a gift and shared, it's like a good song with ample opportunities for harmony. thanks, kjm.
ReplyDeleteGosh, how I miss the snow of the Pacific NW, or any snow for that matter.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful light on Cold Mountain, above and below.
ReplyDeleterp