Lifescapes
Review of poetry collection by Lee Woodman
Simple. Direct. Delightful. Snippets from a lifetime of almost-love and regret.
Some of my favorite lines:
Each anniversary we always arrived
separately, strangely nervous.
7 PM, October 18th, same hotel
for twenty years. Still vermilion.
Still wondering,
Will I know you?
***
Margaret Mead determined
there should be time-limited
relationships: one
for childbearing, one for
profession, one for old age.
*****
Something is lost when teased, enticed, forced out.
A child must flip upside down, be cajoled to come,
have a cord cut at someone else’s bidding. In rebirth,
you lose a day of your life. Perhaps a Friday.
*****
Sweet night connections end in crooked
sofa beds of separation. Cocks crow on;
the lark severs the throat of the nightingale.