Lately, I’ve been reading the Minnesota poet, Louis Jenkins. I love the way his prose poems contain both humor and a touch of darkness, the way they twist and twine around an idea or an image. They play seriously. That’s the kind of poem for me! So, I decided to give the form a try. This is completely experimental, my first-ever attempt at such a thing.
PS. I’m not even sure what a prose poem is, exactly, but I think this might be one…
Like a Tree
Once upon a time I was young and on the lookout for metaphors. They’d appear like boxelder bugs: I found them everywhere. About that same time, I hiked up the Rose Lake Cliff that overlooks Canada. On top, 400 feet above almost everything, the wind blew hard and fast, all the way from Lake Winnipeg. It pummeled an old spruce tree that grew like Yoda from the rocks, battering it this way, yanking it that way. I imagined how many winters this tree had endured, exposed to the icy blast of Arctic snow, how it tapped a meager living from the cleaved rock. Its will to live was great. Its fortitude vast. It personified sisu, a Finnish word my aunt Nedra said means perseverance beyond reason.
While I observed and pondered, the tree uprooted in the gale, and disappeared over the edge of the cliff.
Several years later, I scrubbed greasy fry pans deep beneath a Minneapolis restaurant. Turns out, one of the guys I worked with was just like that tree. I think it helped our relationship to have met him earlier as a metaphor.
© Steve Peterson
Nice imagery and a great ending, Steve!
Thanks for stopping by, Matt! I LOVE the four poems you wrote about on your site!
Oooh, love the images this brings to mind which is just what a good metaphor should do. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks! It was a fun…er…”thing” to write! Thanks for stopping by and offering a comment.
The story of a metaphor, how it came and went. Love the description and what you did with it in the end.
Yes, it sure did go! I remember that feeling of…gulp… when the darn thing disappeared. Kind of cool, though, to have found where it might have “landed” a few years later. Maybe its landed inside me, too, sometimes?
Thanks for stopping by!
I like this a lot! Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you for stopping by!
What a cool poem. Love that dishwasher, and your aunt, and the vision of a blown away tree…Welcome to Poetry Friday! I hope you will come back! Isn’t it dark to read inside of that dog? 🙂 a.
Sometimes it IS too dark inside! I think that’s why I’m starting up this blog, to flip a metaphorical light switch 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, and for the prodigious effort of hosting this event.