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Memento Mori Poetry by Cheryl Snell
Art by Janet Snell
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© 2011 by Cheryl Snell
Scattered Light Publications
All rights reserved.
ISBN 9781448625949
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Praise for Memento Mori
'Memento mori' is another term for still life which is another way of describing observed carefully arranged items worth remembering, Memento mori is a particularly apt title for this collection of poems and paintings by the sisters Snell. Cheryl Snell, the writer poet, combines her sparkling little observations of life and ordinary things such as childhood re-veries and mental notes of things/incidents/people she has observed and transformed into poem form: Janet Snell, the visual poet, continues to create aqueous paintings of expressionistic nature that pull the eye into worlds of fantasy and illusion. Part of the joy of the collaboration of the two
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artists is that they resist the temptation to 'illustrate' each other. That would be the ex-pected result in a collaboration - one artist has an idea and the other elaborates on it. Not so with MEMENTO MORI…And as the book flows - a feast for the eye and a recalled pleasure of reading memorable poe-try. An Excellent book, this! ----Grady Harp
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Acknowledgements
Grateful acknowledgment is made to the edi-tors of the magazines in which some of these pieces first appeared
About the Authors
Cheryl and Janet Snell are sisters with a dozen fiction, art, and poetry books between them. Visit them at www.snellsisters.blogspot.com for details.
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Contents
Intricate Things
Second Glance
He Peels his Love
Skin Hunger
Wet
All the Greens in the Wheel
Closer
Poem with Radiometer
Nest
Hope
The Trouble with Hope
Painted Garden
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Spent
Table for One
Qualities of Light
Tautology of Blue
Hindsight
Progress
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Memento Mori
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Intricate Things in their Fringed Peripheries
In the stunned hush
of its own snapped strands,
the spider writhes and rolls
in a ransom of insects.
When there is no one to pay,
how does survival happen?
Above a ruination of silk geometries,
the algorithm is skritched on the air---
one thin filament reaching out
only trying to connect
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Second Glance at First Light
You stand in the circle of the porch lamp, key turning in the lock.The sight pulls my hair up hard and I observe you like an as-tronomer shedding first light on a new world. I want to see your face at 30 frames/ second all of my life, but whoever holds up the universe is blowing bubbles, trying to capsize the pilot of waves vi-brating drunkenly. So we surge forward, like noses in cinema kisses. We lean in blind, staggering ever closer toward God.
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He Peels his Love like an Apple
The man wants the lady apple. It’s unripe, but he’s hungry now, and there are plenty of other fruits in the fridge. All apples sweeten in the dark, so it doesn’t matter which one he chooses. Peel spirals below his knife. He brings the flesh to his mouth. A worm’s sudden slither is the last thing he expects to see—the apple hollowed-out, juice running bitter down his chin.
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Skin hunger
She palms his belly, follows the bellows
of his breath. Is it skin that conducts the rise and fall,
touch that brailles intention? To lift her fingers now
would skew his rhythm, all movement seizing
so she curves her hand above the little light that’s left,
and molds the shape of absence.
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Wet
Bed all morning, stuttering rain. A car hisses past, spraying shoals of water into green air. If we stoppered some in crystal with the light slanting through, the world beyond would waver, unsure whether we laid down together because of the storm, or because the storm had filled the world with music--- rolling tympani, the reedy throats of birds.
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all the greens in the wheel tea-green rain slants through a wet sky -- slickshine streets, rainbow puddles. night crawls across our bed, and you climb in with your warm hands. in the lime light, we promise that ice won’t crack the water pipes, the garden hose won’t stiffen for months. the fog of a lopsided moonface erases the memory of a myrtle green winter in favor of sap, moss, pine and we pull in the green all around us.
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Closer I wait with crisscrossed nerves vibrating like colors on a map. You are nearer now, a flicker of light upon a spine, floating toward me over carousels of luggage, through time zones pocked with stop-lights and the bulge of alternate lives. One stumble away from buzzing fluorescence and more rude hands, you stand still for a moment before the quick bound down the escalator, your eyes on the exit,its revolving door, fingers curling around the handle on the yellow cab now roaring into rush-hour surge.
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Poem with Radiometer
Four vanes pierced by a spindle, a cotillion in black and white. Moving in atmosphere lighter than air, one searches out the other moving away. As inside the glass, outside. You move slowly through me, and light bounces from one skin to the other, a kind of feint. But what muscles endless spin? Dark hides from light as light pursues it. You knuckle your eyes in disbelief, saying it’s dangerous to stand this close to such a rapidly rotating truth. If this was an experiment, it could be extrapolated to metaphor. We think: it takes opacity to capture light. We think: if only the clouds did not erase the sun, we could quantify forever.
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Nest
We’re out in the yard, doing what we do— he’s raking, I’m dividing bulbs. If you go with perennials, you never start from scratch.
When we’re done, he tucks my hand in his. Our stack of lined palms and thin-skinned fingers nest like sparrows returned to the redbud tree. One spring, they came in with a ribbon tied to a burst balloon. Lashing one end to a branch, they wove the satin through their cup of netted twigs. The task took hours; and while they worked, they sang as if courage had nothing to do with it
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Hope a call like a rusty hinge skreaks overhead garden gates open only to close again reluctantly. but this is not about redemption, it’s about identity and how the glazed sky hurled through with feathers will sometimes part like water for one bird.
it comes to perch on a tangle of branches.
suddenly there are many birds.
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The Trouble with Hope
It’s so fragile
anything can kill it—
one cold night,
the smoking chimney
too far off in the distance,
another drought,
everyone at the table
either drunk or estranged;
but like a fisted bud,
it rides out even the deluge
that bends bough to ground,
and so persists---sometimes unsure,
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like leaves curling and uncurling
outside the staking cage,
or blind as a root-plunge
that draws sap to stem. Like blood
to a muscle, it moves inside you,
a shadow as fickle as desire,
yet ready to embrace you
if you would just turn around.
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Painted Garden
If he had simply faded like a shout from the street, the chaste tree she loves for its blue irony would not have been planted, nor the red clover made to bleed. It was always too dark, or windy, it was too late to call or she would have grown blooms enough to rasp against the drainpipe, she could have frilled the sills with fringe. To load a brush with moments, who doesn’t want that? She wasn’t trying to mock the sun with her night-blooming flowers. She was trying to mend the foxglove’s broken hearts.
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Spent
The childhood house, torn down to a sprawl of stones, has a doorframe that contracts with cold. Bitter enough to shrink the room where the birthday boy is blowing on trickster candles, where striped wax melts through his singed fingers, still he blows. What ripples from that— walls within walls far from the only window still open, ghosted curtains billowing into the light alive with silver
from so many extinguished stars..
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Table for One
She enters the diner, a book in her purse; sits down, opens a menu. Tongues on her sneakers twist like the urge to flee. She steals a glance at her wrist, watch-face ticking in circles; notices that the table has a head, a chair with a back and arms to rest her elbows on. To knuckle her spine against the chair’s ladder of slats comforts her with some frame of reference. Carnations nod in a vase. She fingers the blown glass, its slender neck, the wet crystal lip and the room begins to hum
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Qualities of Light The open-mouthed jar fills with light and brittle shadows. The lid is a tight fit— but this isn’t about escape, it’s about absence: bulbs blowing out, wings folding in on a lack. What I need is the stunned buzz of resurrection—lightning bugs stranded on cracked glass gravel, garden hose spraying small skeletons back to life, their sudden loft into night-blind air. The blinking ribbon’s loop through backyard woods only half-illuminates the trees. But this isn’t about light. It’s about radiance.
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Tautology of Blue
We are Here. There looks better, though it could be a trick; illusion, bad camera angles. We won’t lose a thing by going There. Here fits into There, a matrouska of defunct eyes and ears. The move Thither to Yon implies a stretch of homelessness. Against the horizon, words spread out like a migration of wings on rivers reflecting mountains. We’d never have gone if we’d known we’d end up where we started.
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Hindsight
The thing about it is its size. It’s smaller, and your sister is there
on the other side of the screen, waiting to be told goodbye. It’s not as if you could hop on your bike and rush back to hug her,
although that might enlarge the moment. Instead, the memory keeps shrinking,
blinking off and on like fireflies she used to catch in a jar. Their pale light receded
as you rode past your father watering the brittle grass
full of the ends of other lives. Beyond that extinguished light,
the memory of light; and behind that,
the sound of your sister pushing through the screen,
twisting open the jar.
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Progress We drown in the details— what to bring to potluck, where to meet for coffee. There’s a Starbuck’s on the corner where we once sold lemonade, our homemade sign coming apart in an attic somewhere. We sift through the rubble for the precious thing we lost when the future rolled into town on a bulldozer. It plowed into our plans, burying them under stories of glass and brick but nothing much changed. Look at the way we connect now, all scribbled skin and logistics. We still lift our heads
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when a foreman’s whistle blows, but slowly, without expectation. We stand close, on the verge of moving, held back by the strong-arm of routine. Last week another crew packed up and headed out. We followed for a few steps,but it gets dark early now and it’s easy to get lost on a map redrawn in our sleep.
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