February 21, 2019
On Losing Words
How can an aging poet make poetry
when she can’t remember
the special words
that combine with precision
to make beauty and tell her aging truths.
find new words
and make poetry
fresh and fragile as their new found truths.
The old ones lose words
they tumble away day by day.
Still we make poetry
simple as our few remaining truths.
“We don’t do death like some don’t do windows”
I replied when asked
“How do you feel about Connolly’s death”
three deaths in one year
my mother’s father, sister, brother
(my grandfather, my aunt, my uncle)
Dutifully - we go through the motions
Calmly - we stuff our emotions
Betsy Fuchs is 74 years old and she will tell you she looks and feels her age.
She has been keeping journals for 60 years and writing poetry on-and-off since her first poem, written at age 19, which began: Alone in a room an emptiness…
Fortunately, her life has gotten much better. These days Betsy is working on a memoir titled My Life as A Serial Monogamist. Her work is accompanied by photographs, some recent and some from family’s archives.
You can also find her here: http://betsywblog.blogspot.com