What They Are Thinking: Three Mini-Poems

István Farkas (1887-1944)

The Aged Sailor and the Old Woman (1939)

This lady, though unsightly, is a prospect 

I could marry her and go off to sea 

It appears she’s insanely wealthy 

Without doubt, there’d be millions for me

The Captain is after my riches 

But my lawyers can take care of that

He would look distinguished at my soiree 

In his handsome white beard and his hat 

István Farkas

Man and Woman in the Window (1939)

She looks stunningly pretty in her outfit

I am so inferior to her

We will have to end it this evening

A tragedy of life, as it were 

My lipstick is smeared

My hair is a mess 

I so want to please him 

I’ll buy a new dress

István Farkas

Separated (1941)

I do feel slight guilt about leaving

How will she ever make do?

I am all that she has in this world 

Too bad that she hasn’t a clue 

And off he goes, la de da

I pray he’ll get on with his life

This is my best moment ever

So unpleasant, being his wife 

A Son's Dream

Last night I dreamt about my dad

No longer ill, back in his prime

We shared a hug, we both were glad

Last night I dreamt about my dad

His tragic end, I’ve long been sad

Memory loss, a grievous crime

Last night I dreamt about my dad

No longer ill, back in his prime

The Lundgren Poetry Register

How many Lundgrens in the world are poets?   

I googled “poetry” plus my last name

Some thirty-five poets named Lundgren showed up

Our kindred, a claim to poetic fame 

There’s Zachary L., writes of drunkenness

And Bruce L, a master of metaphor

Carla L. speaks of authenticity and hope 

Annika L., performance art and more 

Greg L. is known for erotica

Jakob L., mystical trips to Spain 

Neale L., higher love and longing

Jackson L., doubt in the human brain 

Marie L. writes poems for children 

Chad L. favors haiku 

Megan L. does Sidewalk Poetry

Andrea L., science fiction too  

Plus Anna L., Kelly, Tyler, Miriam, Jan, Linnea

Ellen L., Hjalmar, Laura, Cissi, and Emily L.

Susanna, Ivna, Stephen, Jane, and Lorita

Eric L., George, Jody, Elzene, Chris, Aimee L.

My one disappointment, no David L. showed up

This makes me grumpy, distrustful of my search

I’m sending this message to Google 

Their accuracy, I fear I’ll besmirch  

Climbing Trees

What happened in life to climbing trees?  

My favorites, the aspen, the willow, the oak 

Perhaps I’m reluctant from pain in my knees 

What happened in life to climbing trees?

The sight of low limbs is still a tease

I think of myself as a tree-climbing bloke

What happened in life to climbing trees? 

My favorites, the aspen, the willow, the oak

The Grandfather Clock

I have stood in this hallway for forty-two years

reliably chiming out hour after hour

Otherwise silent, unobtrusive

In my early years 

my owners admired me greatly

They took note of my hands 

each time they passed by 

Now I blend into the decor 

Though I’m rarely noticed

I observe everything

I know my people inside and out

He the quiet one

She the more exuberant

They chit-chat about various matters

A favorite topic is the thermostat

She likes it higher in the winter, lower in the summer

He prefers the opposite

believing that to be less costly

But she doesn’t worry about that

Other days he offers recycling tips

About not putting plastic bags in the basket

Or paper plates spotted with gravy

She has no interest in these things

He is careful to sort out

the recycling and the trash

In truth, the man knows very little about the household

How to work the dishwasher or the percolator

Or what exactly goes to the dry cleaner

His main jobs are to take out the garbage and shovel the walk

He is not always successful with the garbage

She handles all the rest

The plumber, the roofers, the circuit breakers, the bank

Et cetera

The adult responsibilities 

The woman spends much of her time downstairs with me

Watching PBS or QVC

Rachel Maddow, Judge Judy

Midsomer Murders 

The man is upstairs on the computer

Playing solitaire or fiddling with unfinished poems

Sometimes he strikes me as mildly insane

They do watch Jeopardy together

Also Riverdale and Ray Donovan

At the breakfast table she reads the New York Times (more cosmopolitan)

He, the Cincinnati Enquirer (more provincial)

Then she turns on NPR and does the Jumble

He struggles with the Sudoku

As a clock, I have never had a single complaint

I lead a tranquil and satisfying life

Though I sometimes think 

the humans might enjoy

a little more oom-pah-pah 

Lost and Found

Walking home from the Library

I happened to look down

and there on the sidewalk

a shiny silver stylus

identical to the one I use

to tap out messages on my iPhone

I was more than excited

A new stylus costs ten to fifteen dollars

I could use a spare stylus

In fact, I had my own

in my trouser pocket

I reached in to get it to compare

it with my newfound stylus

Much to my surprise

my stylus wasn’t in my pocket

Then it dawned on me

The reason that this new stylus

looked identical to my old stylus

is that

I had dropped my stylus on the sidewalk

on the first half of my walk

and then I had found it again

on the second half

In brief, I had rediscovered my own stylus

This was extraordinary

What are the odds?

I was disappointed

not to have two styluses

but also fortunate not to have zero styluses

In retrospect, I was very lucky

The finder could have been a five-year-old child

Now I am curious how many things

I lose from my pockets on my walks

I am trying to be more vigilant  

Parenthood

February 1969

A noisy gathering at Ann and Clyde’s 

In the midst of the revelry

Katja (my dear wife) said to the group 

“I have an announcement”

She blushed a bit

then proceeded to explain

that she was going to have a baby

I was stunned

The first I’d heard

“But you are taking the pill,” I said

“Not for several months,” she replied

“But we never talked about this,” I said

She reminded me I’d suggested

a maternity rider to our insurance

Which was true although 

it wasn’t exactly the same

We attended Natural Childbirth classes

and they taught me to help with Katja’s breathing

The fateful day came

We rushed to Christ Hospital

I sat at Katja’s bedside and

said in my most calm voice

“Breathe….breathe….breathe….”

She yelled (uncalmly)

“I am breathing goddammit!”

Minutes later the doctor suggested 

it might be best 

if I were to wait in the waiting room

Katja was in labor for twenty-six hours

Midway she started yelling out

“It’s my turn, it’s my turn”

But they refused to honor her place in the line

The next day we had a newborn son

Justin or Barnaby?  I asked

She had liked Justin

I leaned toward Barnaby 

“Justin” his mother said

We were nervous parents

Our new baby had his own room

We’d lie awake at night

listening for his breathing

When we couldn’t hear anything

we’d leap out of bed and tiptoe in

Sure enough, he would be breathing gently

That was nearly a half century ago

Justin now has two kids of his own

Even though they live far away in New Orleans

late at night we still listen

to hear if our young son is 

breathing in the next room