Poem of the Week: Tim Brennan
Tim Brennan is the writer of the first weekly poem on mnartists.org. He's been an English teacher and drama director for a southeastern Minnesota rural school for 22 years.
dressed rehearsals
father broods on his
three room stage, rehearses
maybe; sips reheated
coffee. maybe he thinks
about mother; her character
now dead these two, almost
three years. outside,
the ever performing moon
murmurs listen but nothing
happens save for moths
banging against a cool porch
light, wings clapping under
fresnel stars. I have
questions: landscape
or seascape? comedy
or tragedy? where
have i been led? it is
as if i am just expected:
lines directed through
forty-two years of mother
dressed rehearsals; cameos
my emotional presence;
perhaps all the world
is a stage, but not all
men merely players:
one is a brooding
director, tugging the strings
of a heart; one is a struggling
understudy, still waiting
patiently for a script.