Homework by Tom Clausen
Snapshot Press (2000) Liverpool, UK
this quiet morning
even the bar of soap
falls apart
constantly dust and
peeling paint and
molds and cracks-
this house we call home
holding us
cleaning the poop out
his little Superman
underpants
how long he cries
for the little shell lost
on the way home
stumbling
with her proud little bean plant
the break in her face
as she sees me
looking
home from work…
the little one brings me
an empty wine bottle
after speaking importantly
she quickly resumes
sucking her thumb
playing a child’s game
I learn all
his rules
losing control of my son
– and myself
all through
his temper tantrum
her calm
as I sit in thought
she moves briskly
about the room,
stirring the chill
in the air
to the cat:
“that is complete and
utter nonsense”
without consent
my old sneakers
in the trash
we bicker
all through the house
… cleaning
my wife admits
she is not perfect,
but is glad I am
now that I’m over
my bad mood,
she’s in one
to the goldfish
she speaks
more softly
revealed so long
this grain of wood
on our floor-
the distance yet
we have to go
just home from work
back to back
phone solicitations
after her letter
no heart to open
a bill
our son spills his milk,
not an iota
of reaction from him
using her potty
as a step stool
she poops
telling her it’s time
for a diaper change:
“ I did not”
how could I have known
our children, precious
as they are,
would drive us
to such brinks?
in the next room
our children peacefully asleep
– we do nothing
that point
in the evening
where both cats are in place
quietly licking themselves
while I read
she’s waited up…
to have some last words
with me
while brushing my teeth
she tells me again:
“let’s move”
it’s not for any
simple reason
I’ve fallen out
of love
with my life
up in the dark
the toilet
overflows
the plumber
kneeling in our tub
– talking to himself
done-
the repairman tells me
any fool can do it
each day being human
brings its choices, chores
and emotions-
hands in the sink water and
the children calling out for more
ten years now
her non-stacking
dessert dishes
I watch the tv
movie love scene my wife
already in bed
the snow
moves me
window to window
in the empty room
I look around to remember why
I’m here
before sleep
laughing to myself
at myself
New Year’s Eve-
the lentil soup
again
in the middle
of my life
an ulcer
New Year’s …
recycling last year’s
resolutions
second day
of the New Year:
taxes arrive
quite by surprise
my daughter asks me
if I’d like to be a woman
the gravity in the moment
I took to answer
sick in bed-
my son pelts the window
with snowballs
in the shower
an economy-size bar of soap
lands on my toe
at the mailbox
the emptiness
of another day
it occurs to me
to retreat
from this world-
as if another world
might exist
no longer me
it proves a mystery who it is
I’ve become
walking around this house
with my family there inside
the confines
of my basement study
call me
as if my life were there
to be resolved
evening star…
she sleeps with the lion’s tail
in her little hand
I sort of knew
my coffee cup
was empty-
so much I look in it
just to see
outside the glass door
our old cat has forgotten
it wanted ‘in’
yard work:
some of the old tire water
on my shoes
the butterfly’s path…
my son swings again
and misses
the children run
so carelessly through
the garden-
my dismay
tempered with memory
in the midst
of the children’s raucous play
I notice my son a moment
staring as if aware
of something fleeting past
I watch my children
joyfully little and innocent
of everything ahead-
too much I know
too much to tell
bowed to the ground
the goldenrods
too tall of themselves-
I couldn’t tell her why
the sky is blue
summer dusk-
the neighbors vacuum
the silence
Hello Tom,
I really enjoyed these poems, our lives are all the same aren’t they? Feels a bit cheeky reading them for free..
Regards
Nicole
Good greetings Nicole,
Thank you for the nice comment and yes… we are all of the same universal collective and our family experiences are very much shared. I am very grateful you found my site ( which I have sadly neglected of late) and appreciated what you found. Perhaps your comment will get me jump started to revisit the site and add some new photos and poems. Wishing you all the best.
Always, Tom
These are wonderful Tom. As always, you capture the heart, soul, and emotion of all you survey. Your words are timeless.
Grateful thank you Azthet, so glad for your kind comment and the stopping by , taking time to comment.