Moving Rock, Love

Walking to the rock pile,
between white-cap mushrooms? toadstools?
I don’t know the difference

don’t know the difference between
sweat running down into my eyes
and the tears they burn

nor the difference between
hard work moving 10 tons of rock and
the joy of sipping a cold beer afterwards

I don’t know the difference between
kissing you in my mind’s eye, or the
taste of garlicky pasta on your breath

Oh! Does it matter what I know
or don’t know? Today the earth has moved
from darkness into a rising sun and

I will move, rock by rock
these bones of earth skeleton into a dumpster
maybe sip a beer afterwards

surely drink clouds and snowmelt
in a freezer-chilled glass
and hopefully

as you walk up the steps from
your day of work, kiss you and
then we’ll go inside and cook pasta.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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2 Responses to Moving Rock, Love

  1. Rosemerry says:

    A sweet stunner of a love poem. All that not knowing, the blurring of it all from good and bad into one vast life experience. Splendid splendid, so simply and finely rendered. Each detail just right, so much here to sense. I wonder about that first stanza, it doesn’t fit into the whole moving rocks/love/pasta/emotional realm thing. I wonder if you could just mention that on your way to the rocks your walk through the toadstools, or something like that, linking them to the rest of the work … or delete them, but it’s a nice entry point to the poem and leads so finely into the next stanza. This reader is just wanting a bit more connection with the rest of the poem because the rest of the poem is so thematically beautifully woven.

  2. love to see that you’re still blogging, jim! i’ve been toying with the idea of bringing my blog over to wordpress. not quite sure yet. hope summer is treating you well!

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