If I read my poems out loud
I won’t be able to hold it back-
my breath that billows,
my voice that booms
and I might hear my mother’s voice,
if I read my poems out loud,
saying lower your voice
or shut your mouth up
or stop your shrieking,
and I might see her eyes
beneath her sixties cat-rimmed glasses,
and I might shrink, if I read my poems out loud.
I might even leave the room and my poems
will wonder where their mother went
and they will be out there naked, all alone,
or maybe, just maybe,
if I hear my mother’s voice saying
Helen, put a lid on it,
I’ll reply, oh go stuff it!
I’m uncovering the pot,
I’m stirring the stew.
I might start singing my poems.
might say to myself this is better
than Blackberry Avalanche Ice Cream,
this is a double-decker chocolate sundae of pleasure.
I might even turn around and fly my wings
if I read my poems out loud.
Helen Haskell Remien lives in Ishpeming where she teaches yoga and creativity workshops, performs as a storyteller, writes poems and essays, and directs Joy Center, a creativity center open to the community. She has published two books of poetry, Diving Down and Wild Ground.
Excerpted with permission from the Spring 2010 issue of Health & Happiness U.P. Magazine. Copyright 2010, Intuitive Learning Creations. All rights reserved.