Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Sign Says: No Returns (poem)

The Sign Says: No Returns

Life is a gift
someone else picks out for you.
And now you’re thinking –
Will this fit me?
And what if people see me wearing it?
But you sigh –
Yes I saw the sign,
so now it’s mine.
Can I regift it?

May 2015  North Andover, Mass.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Second Fiddle Speaks Out

The Second Fiddle Speaks Out

The fiddle rests lightly,
cradled under my chin,
resting on my neck and skin.
I draw the bow
and the vibration in the bow
vibrates the string,
and the string, the wood of the fiddle,
and the wood, my neck.
We vibrate.
We’re hummin’ the same tune.

Before the concert,
the maestro looked at me.
I heard them speak,
but the words tripped
on their way through my ear.
What I heard was something
else, but
it was more wonderful
just the same.
So that’s what I played.
Everyone looked on in amazement.

Mark Bohrer
November 2015 Andover, Mass.