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Glenda Beall, A Balmy Day in January

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Glenda Beall

like none I’ve seen in years. In the park,
sunshine heals like days I waited urgently
to be free of walls, to tear across the pasture
on my mare, rushing toward fulfilling childhood dreams.

I stroll with Rocky this winter day, warm enough
to over-heat his black fur, his weakened bones.
His unconditional love fills a tiny part of that left empty now.

Women in tennis attire stride toward the courts,
new bags on their shoulders, swinging rackets,
tossing hair, wearing trendy shoes. Love – one.
Love-two, their happy voices sing on brisk air.

Tennis was once our game, long ago,
when a simple quarrel over a match seemed
the end of our world; a gentle world we did not
properly nurture, because we didn’t know
what we didn’t know.

Bio: Glenda Beall’s poetry has been published in Wild Goose, Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Journal of Kentucky Studies, Main Street Rag, Appalachian Heritage, and numerous other journals and anthologies. My poetry chapook, Now Might as Well be Then, was published in 2009 by Finishing Line Press.

Written by wildgoosepoetryreview

May 13, 2013 at 2:09 pm

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13 Responses

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  1. A beautiful poem.

    Gay Moring

    May 14, 2013 at 2:34 am

  2. Ah, you capture that innocence of not knowing what we don’t know…in an unusual or unexpected setting of a tennis game. It will stay with me.


    May 14, 2013 at 10:01 am

    • If ever there were a perfect ending, this poem has it!

      Phebe Davidson

      May 14, 2013 at 11:09 am

      • Thank you, Phebe. I am happy you like it and appreciate your comment.


        August 23, 2013 at 11:13 pm

  3. Glenda, I enjoyed this one very much. There is a softness in the language setting us up for the hard reality at the end. Well done.

    Robert S. King

    May 14, 2013 at 12:51 pm

  4. Lovely, Glenda.

    Karen Holmes

    May 14, 2013 at 1:44 pm

  5. Glenda, you’ve won the game of these words with this poem. Executed with grace.

    Maren O. Mitchell

    May 15, 2013 at 1:54 am

  6. A wonderfully sweet and sad poem, Glenda. The ending paragraph touched my heart…..so true and so beautifully written.

    Linda Clarke

    May 16, 2013 at 12:55 am

    • Linda, thank you so much for taking time to read and comment here. I am glad the poem touched you. As poets we can only hope to make our reader experience feelings we try to convey.


      August 23, 2013 at 11:16 pm

  7. Thank you all for your positive and kind remarks about this poem. Thanks to Scott for including it with all the wonderful work in this issue.

    Glenda Beall

    May 19, 2013 at 2:57 am

  8. Another moment of bittersweet clarity, Glenda. Beautifully done!

    Joan Howard

    Joan Howard

    May 21, 2013 at 10:10 am

    • Joan, I appreciate your commenting here. Yes, bittersweet.


      August 23, 2013 at 11:14 pm

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