Thank you to the editors at Claudius Speaks Journal for including my poem, “Imprisoned,” in their themed issue (IV), Flight! You can read this poem in full as it appears in my forthcoming chapbook, THIS BEING DONE (Finishing Line Press), below:
Imprisoned
Now is not the time
for my fettered titanium lines—
no time for me to claim
I know a thing or two about life
as if I were anyone’s keeper…
A “suicidally depressed” convict doing life for murder
petitioned my psychotherapist friend to treat him:
& so it was that with all the detached generosity
a wife & mother of three could muster she rendered
a diagnosis of anti-social personality disorder
even as his icy eyes ignited in her a germ of lust
that razed every trace of her in a sudden flush
Now is really not the time for idle moralizing
about prisoners or locks & keys as if
there were any kind of justice in poetry
It’s not the time for tying up loose ends
saving pennies for rainy days or chrysalizing
our wrinkly little walnut meats to pupate belief
in the virtue of counting the hours
Now the dragon is awake
blinking in the daylight of withering dreams
wagging her head in a gnashing rage
STEPHANIE L. HARPER
Powerful poem, Stephanie! And interesting – different layouts and occasional word/phrase changes between the journal and this site. Which version is in your book?
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Thank you, Lynne! The journal’s version is an earlier draft of the poem. This one (above) is the current version (since about March 2017) that’s included in the book. I did ask CS if they would consider posting the revision, but I never received a response. I’m actually surprised they took the “less-marinated” version in the first place… The poetry biz is an enigma.
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It sure is an enigma! However, it’s such a strong poem – it speaks with authority, marinated or not!
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Ahh! “Not time for chrysalizing our wrinkly little walnut meats to pupate belief” – this phraseology will be pupating for me! Strong poetic content.
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Haha! Thanks, Jazz! I’m always glad to oblige! 😀🦋
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Wow. Powerful, powerful poem. That little parable in stanzas three and four and abject and frightening lesson. I wonder, though, why I am so strongly drawn to a little moralizing of a kind that doesn’t seem at all idle to me: Careful when that dragon comes out to play. Dragons can do a lot of damage.
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an* abject and frightening lesson
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What a wonderful comment. Thank you, Bob. The little bit of wisdom that informs said decidedly-not-idle moralizing was hard won, to say the least, and resulted in my decision to end a 35-year friendship (which wasn’t so much a matter of being the “right” thing to do, as the “only” thing I was able to do). That dragon wreaked havoc, indeed, leaving many a broken heart in its blazing path… 😪
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Wow. Healing to you from that!
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Reblogged this on O at the Edges and commented:
Stephanie L. Harper tells us it’s not the time to tie up loose ends!
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Thanks so much for reblogging, Sir Robert!
This was one of those times when I knew a lot of things not to do, but alas, not one “right” thing to do.
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A common malady, I think.
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Great job Stephanie. You have such a way with words. Love you.
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Thank you, Juanita! It means a lot to me that you make a point of following my poetry! 😁 Love you, too, Momita mia! 💕
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