Poem: “Goddess boulder”
In Boston, at the MFA, the faith, love and hope of the Della Robbia family art, glazed terra cotta, one hundred and fifty years of saints and Madonnas with their [...]
Poem: “Standing before Turner’s ‘Fall of the Rhine at Schaffhausen’ in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts”
The pounding crush of the falling Rhine waters has no end unlike these tiny foreground figures who reach and stretch to accomplish their small tasks, muscles straining, reaching, stretching, yearning. [...]
Poem: “Present Tense”
(I) He plots movement, holds forces, makes strategy, wants high ground when the time comes. (II) You make a date. You place an order. You sit. You wait for [...]
Poem: “Theodore Roosevelt”
I smell the dust of the ranch and the smoke of the hill still as I sit here and listen to congressmen. I feel the bruise of [...]
Poem: “July 10, 1981”
July 10, 1981 On this porch, on this cool summer day, when the moon is benign in afternoon sky, when birds sing from wire to wire, I [...]
REQUIEM FOR DAVID — Poems — Patrick T. Reardon
“Requiem for David is the heart’s howl, a passage through mourning, a lesson ultimately in learning how to walk alongside pain with grace.” — Sandra Cisneros, author of The House [...]
Poem: “Then”
At Christmas, there is me. Then David. Then Mary Beth. Then Eileen. Then Tim. Then John. Then Rosemary. Then Laura. Then Marie. Then Kathy. Then Teri. Then Geri. Then [...]
Poem: “Absent angel”
Absent angel Mary on the hill, her dying son, her aching bones and flesh, her flock of his friends looking to her for what? She endured. The next [...]
Poem: “David Reardon (January 23, 1951-November 21, 2015)”
David Reardon (January 23, 1951-November 21, 2015) You were there, David, with me. I was there with you. We were drawn together and pushed apart by circumstances, our [...]
Poem: “The empty cave”
Let me be clear: In the face of hate and fear, I choose hope and love. But what about the Ku Klux Klan? What about the yahoos in the [...]