Marrow

Late summer samaras
litter the path ahead of me.
Time is–of course–
growing shorter. How easy
to somehow lose sight of this.
I want narrow focus
on what matters and to tarry
carefully with who matters.
However many more tomorrows
I have ahead of me, I want
all the marrow of days
left me. I want those days
used fully, sucked clean,
used up, left as bones.

Andrew Shattuck McBride

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“Marrow” is my August 13th poem for the postcard poetry project. I used a contemporary card of a sunset/water view of the San Juan Islands, Washington. I mailed the card to Jennifer G. of Columbia, Missouri.

Blessings to Jennifer G. and all, Andy

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About Andrew Shattuck McBride

I am a writer, editor, writing coach, and consultant. I work in a variety of genres, including poetry, short stories, and creative non-fiction. I also have a couple of novels simmering on back burners. THANK YOU to Nan Macy of Village Books for taking this photo (June 2011).
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8 Responses to Marrow

  1. tsena says:

    this one is felt in the bones…gorgeous.

  2. Magnificent, Andy–this poem is so capacious in its attention but simultaneously “focus[ed].” And the sounds! I love how the poem juggles “samara” and “tomorrows” with “narrow” and “marrow,” plus “tarry” and “care/fully” to create delightful and complex music.

    I also really liked looking up what a “samara” is! (You seem to know a *lot* about plants.)

    • Jennifer, thank you so much for your kind comments–I really appreciate you visiting my blog and taking the time to read and comment on my poems and other posts. I loved your comment about the sounds in this poem.

      “Samara” is a word I learned from Jim Milstead. It’s one of my favorites.

      OK–I had to look up “capacious”! I’m so glad you *didn’t* use “capricious” in your comment!

      Thanks again, Andy

  3. Especially meaningful to me after visiting family, including my 91-yr-old father, with my son. Thanks!

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