Poems
by Richard LeDue

 

 

Decay No Less Natural Than The Rest

 

The pieces of blue fuzz that fell off

my mother’s fuzzy slippers

one Saturday night years ago

was all I needed

to prove to my child sized faith

that the Easter Bunny was real,

while now I find it all again

inside my memory,

rotted by maturity and age,

as proof that we need more

than chocolate bunnies,

clean floors, and a smile

holding up another hangover.

 

 

 

 

 

Another Sermon

 

A big dollar store chocolate egg,

has a package with colours that scream,

BUY ME!!!

reminding me of the solemn words

from those Easter Sunday church services

I never listened to as a kid-

my impatience swirling inside of me

more than a soul that probably WAS

asleep, knowing god is more

than monotoned promises

of rising from the grave

and life more than what IS

before a death we’ve nourished

with anxiety about high sugar,

high blood pressure and high sodium

burying us, while the moss waits

to cover names on tombstones,

which itself is another sermon,

telling us our moment here IS

the purpose we desperately want,

yet we sell it too cheaply,

so someone else can worry about it.

 

 

 

 

 

A Fleeting Moment Still Has Hope

 

The sun still sneaks in

on Easter Sunday

like a deranged fan,

 

not thinking

of a rebirthed god,

 

or how your smile

became a religion

I also believe in,

 

yet it’s also blind

to the way I see

your naked skin

makes love to the warmth,

making me less mournful

about another tomorrow.

 

 

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