In the Afterlife

In the Afterlife

Oh sure, life went on.
Sometimes, even often, it was beautiful.
There were curiosities explored,
facts accumulated into knowledge
of this or that—
interesting things, after all,
were the things he was always after.
There were days yellow as daffodils—
days so capacious
he worshipped all their possibilities—
and it made sense that after enough time
time took his mind off her.
But sometimes there was a song
playing on the radio in the car, unexpectedly,
or cutting into the moody air of a restaurant
when the bite was halfway to his mouth—
he would be transported
back to any number of memories
that brought her to life
brought her face into focus—
and even though he blames her
for almost everything,
what he did to her will forever
cause him to doubt his claims
to every interesting woman he meets
that he is a good and decent man.






DeMaris
1-19-2022

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

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