What We Want and Other Poems - Softcover

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0970400608 ISBN 13: 9780970400604

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What We Want And Other Poems explores the nuances of growing up, learning, loving, and living mindfully within the intricate context of families, friends, and communities. The poems in this 100-page collection find thematic homes within four sections: Learning to Dance; High Marks in the Schoolhouse; Loving, JUST and MERRIED; and Realizing What We Want. Throughout the work, Adam R. Marcotte offers a compelling perspective of a balanced, deliberate way of life on a delicate and precious planet. Each of these first edition books is signed by the author.

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Adam R. Marcotte grew up in a rural Vermont town with a caring brother who was always an eager ally, a socially- conscious mother who showed just what one person could do, and a patient and supportive father who worked countless hours helping with homework and waiting for music lessons to finish. The author holds a bachelor’s degree in English from Ithaca College and a master’s degree in English literature from the State University of New York at Cortland.

Mr. Marcotte currently lives in upstate New York where he teaches and learns with high school English students, advises his school’s literary and arts magazine, and dallies with a number of electives including creative writing, Argentine tango, web and graphic design, and chess. At home, he appreciates the company of his pets, compiles local history, plays his flute, takes extended hikes, and, most of all, cherishes his Sweetie.

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A Ketchum

FOR MILDRED
Copyright (c) 2000 by Adam R. Marcotte
My mother's mother,
A Ketchum,
Someone whose soul still touches mine-
As when I'm mopping the floor
At 3:30 a.m. since, if you're awake,
You may as well do something-
Chose death too long ago.

It wasn't the cancer, the diabetes,
Or the tumor lodged deep in her hip;
She just decided there wasn't enough work left.

She asked us to drive her along the old dirt roads
Which she remembered as paths and hay-wagon trails.

She tapped her wrinkled fingers on the door
And laughed about her sons and daughter
Coming home on this road with iron trucks,
Running through those prickers in cutoff shorts.
From the back of the car, my mother,
Nervous and searching for the right questions,
Asked, "Would you do it again, Ma?"

But without hesitation or even a break for thought,
From the passenger side my grandmother erupted,

"Nooooooooooooooo!"

The daughter and the grandson sat, stunned.
Trees crept by us, and we listened
To the rubber slapping the recently paved road
Because the wind had stopped moving, like our breathing.
But not Mildred:

"I'm eighty-years-old; I don't have time for that!"

In My Sleep
Copyright (c) 2000 by Adam R. Marcotte
In my sleep I finally found
An orgy of words,
And I murmured with zeal
Because for so long
There had been no frustration
With which to drive my pen.
But this morning, I find myself
As empty of poesy as
The night before,
Forcing the question
As to the existence of the
Hallucinations in the first place.
So, in their stead,
I conceive a whining
Temper tantrum as
A child might, after
A slight spanking
Stamping my foot and
Wondering if,
In that edgy twilight, there wasn't
Before my eyes
And on my lips
Some magic.

Him to Her
Copyright (c) 2000 by Adam R. Marcotte
"Mending" is a word I fell
In love with as soon as
I knew it was needed.
Benedick was my name from
Sweet Beatrice, who cooled
Her auspicious tongue and
Warmed to pulse again.
And everyone cheered
When flags ran high
With whoops and whistles
As the masked figurines
Danced.

For Our Dead Children
Copyright (c) 2000 by Adam R. Marcotte
When jagged splinters of lead
Fly through space into our children,
Small, polite noises can be heard
From an audience, distant and increasingly etherized,
Sinking into the television for a light
That no picture tube could ever produce
(Unless you believe Sony)
While just outside, crying children
Knock at locked screen doors
With fresh, wooden slivers.

The Heroes
Copyright (c) 2000 by Adam R. Marcotte
"I hate writing."
"What would it be like?"
"Are my jeans too tight?"
"Why doesn't she like me?"
"I don't want to do it."
"I can't wait."
"Why do I have to do this?"
"I just want to see it."
They struggle and cramp
In wobbly desks,
Brows furrowed, lips moving.
Their sweating thirteen-year-old bodies
With few facts and an abundance of feelings
Deliberate in short bursts
During which they ignore the chaos
Of the lockered hallways.
And they imagine
Through enormous strain,
Fighting their way toward an inspiration
An idea, a vision
And putting the rest of us,
Who have multiple choices
And ample deodorant,
To shame.

Details zur Ausgabe

• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0970400608
• ISBN 13: 9780970400604
• Einband: Taschenbuch
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