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Richard Swanson


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Aching, he stares at the list,
the must-do's, should-do's. He sighs.
Maybe the weather will save him.
Lately their house gets to him;
the window cracked, the porch that lists,
the siding unpainted, the eaves that sag and sigh.
The place’s warts are growing in number and size.
This is no way to treat him,
all those tasks a petty grievance list.
It’s raining, pouring, a deluge hymn of salvation.
Sighing, he crumples the list.

From Not Quite Eden (Fireweed Press, 2010)
Used with the author’s permission.

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Richard Swanson is a retired English teacher who lives in Madison, Wisconsin. An experienced homeowner of many decades who is known to have lapses of enthusiasm for repairing, tending, and otherwise looking after his dwellings, Richard is the author of two novels and two poetry collections. His poems are noted for their humor and humanity and often focus on popular culture. Currently, Richard is finishing up a series of fifty poems about contemporary love featuring a cast of quirky, often hapless characters.

 

 


Post New Comment:
Wilda Morris:
"Maybe the weather will save him." Ah, yes! I, too, can identify with this poem.
Posted 04/20/2015 12:28 PM
Jo:
I kow this feeling well.
Posted 04/20/2015 09:59 AM
Cindy:
I sure do relate! Good one.
Posted 04/20/2015 09:14 AM
jeanie:
That so looks like your house, Richard! ;-) Love: A deluge hymn of salvation. Nice!
Posted 04/20/2015 07:18 AM
Gary Busha:
Nice one. I know the feeling.
Posted 04/20/2015 06:15 AM


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