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Richard Swanson


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.

Richard Swanson (1940 - 2023) taught college English and Creative Writing for 33 years. A devoted supporter of libraries and poetry, he was the author of two novels and several poetry collections. A resident of Madison, Wisconsin, Richard enjoyed cooking, fishing, and woodworking. He was well-known for his sense of humor, which was often reflected in his writing.

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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
I kow this feeling well.
Posted 04/20/2015 09:59 AM
I sure do relate! Good one.
Posted 04/20/2015 09:14 AM
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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