Sunday 5 November 2017

1 Poem by Thomas M. McDade


Last November is lost
like a blocked vowel
making a long ago name
unpronounceable .
This year’s version
is another toddler’s
funeral of a month.
Recall shrinks
like a sneaky fuse
string pulling
a toy duck.
In a burning myth
of past I share
stalls of rocking
memory mares
with flaming manes
a brief history.
I’m fireproof,
grafted so skillfully
after each white scorch
of each ricocheting
Rising with relics
from the lowest
rattle of remembering
I dream of her alive
and crawling
wise to the whims
of a month
smoldering so
deep in a year.


Thomas M. McDade is a former plumbing industry computer programmer / analyst residing in Fredericksburg, VA, previously CT & RI. He is a graduate of Fairfield University, Fairfield, CT.
McDade is twice a U.S. Navy Veteran serving ashore at the Fleet Anti-Air Warfare Training Center and at sea on the USS Mullinnix DD-944 and USS Miller DE/FF 1091.

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