That muggy August
night we waited for
a stranger:
a new boyfriend who
didn’t show.
Momma swore an
threw a stone:
it bounced and
sparked before it
cracked on the
concrete porch–
An momma cried
An momma slapped
An momma bit
An momma snapped–
all because
of that boyfriend
who didn’t show.
(c) Rob Goldstein 1983-2019
Hi all.
The email below came from friend and fellow blogger, Mary Smith. I post it because her critique touches on an important
part of what poetry is about for me.
I don’t often dive into the emotions and theories that drive my work.
All of us have sad stories to tell; everyone gets a slice of life’s pain.
And all of us have moments of pride and achievement to share.
Everyone has a story to tell.
My job as a poet is to take a moment of my story and crystallize it
with words.
If WordPress won’t let you leave a comment, please feel free to send
me an email.
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This is so frightening and so real, Rob.
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Thank you, Robbie. I just got an Amazon notice of a new book from you. 🙂
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Yes, Sir Choc and the Fondant Five is finally available on Amazon.
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When nostalgia hits, such gems pop out! Well-done Robert.
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Thank you!
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Everything worked well together, Rob. Sad how some parents are like this, when the child has done nothing to warrant the after effects.
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I’m glad the poem worked for you. I see child abuse is a community event, especially when it happens in small towns. Sometimes the culture of abuse is so obvious we can’t see it. I’m thinking about the two Parkland Shooting survivors who killed themselves this month. What is wrong with a community that forces its children to live in fear and shames the survivors of preventable gun violence as ‘crisis actors’? How terrible to be so young and so broken by an tragedy you didn’t cause and would not have chosen to live through.
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I ant even out into words the emotions I’ve felt reading about these two young lives. How could you not know your child has been changed forever? So sad.
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The parents are just as traumatized as their kids. Americans are raising a generation of children who are terrified to go to school. I can’t imagine being the parent of a child who was gunned down in first grade. Our inadequate mental health systems preache3s self help instead of offering help. Our nation is a mess because we allow baseless dogma to dictate public policy.
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Mental health issues will never be addressed correctly as long it remains a stigma to normalcy. This has been since long before you or I ever touched this Earth. More voices need to speak up and speak out and most importantly, be heard.
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There are different kinds of mental health issue. There are biochemical problems that medicine can treat with smart drugs like bupropion; then we have existential issues: what some people might call a crisis of the soul, a moment when we have a confrontation with human evil and it changes us forever. The trick here is to help a person survive long enough to see beyond the pain and horror of the trauma.
We need more crisis centers and a better funded public mental health system staffed by people who are trained to see the link between what we call the mind and what we call the soul.
I appreciate your reply.
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Amen to that!
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Well done, Rob! This is a perfectly chosen combination of image, poem and music. You’ve brought home this story on so very many levels. Hugs on the wing.
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Thanks Teagan I’m glad this worked for you. I’m in catch up mode have your blog on my list.
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No worries about my blog Rob.
I meant to add… we are having another one of our Twilight Zone-ish in sync moments. Here your “Muggy August night” while I’ve been working with “Hot August night”.
Great big hug!
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How August Night. Where have I heard that before?
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Neil Diamond — Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show. 🙂
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Right! Hallelujah!
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I can understand why your mom would’ve been upset about being stood up by some douche, but taking it out on you would’ve been most inappropriate – assuming this is a true story.
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Thanks Josh. There are parents who do these things so the story is true for someone.
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That’s a shame indeed 😦
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It is, Josh. This is why we must be mindful of how we treat children. The abuser doesn’t have to be a parent. The abuser can be a president who exploits immigrant children for political gain. I believe that when we witness the abuse of a child, we must do everything we can do to save the child.
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Expressive and filled with angst, Rob!
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Thanks Jan!
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You painted a sad portrait of a moment
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It was a sad moment. I think she thought he was going to take her away. Thanks for the shutout and comment. 🙂
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Bittersweet and artwork to make you think.
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