Tuesday, February 23, 2010

"Beautiful Mind"

[Here's L.E. Leone's latest, & a beautiful & heartbreaking poem at that. Enjoy.]

Beautiful Mind

It’s a beautiful mind, really, that can look out
the window of a train from Regensburg
to Ingolstat for forty years, see
hunter’s deer stands
on the edges of clearings, and think
they are fire lookouts. To not
see, on the other hand, the shelves of
Jesus books at the uke shop, sure

the uke store man is joking when he
wonders if you pray. His shop, in fact
a front for Bible Study classes,
beautiful mind. A beautiful mind makes
stories out of nothing, and nothing

out of hard news, hot soup, true love, great sex. Shocked,
my pink toenails on a windowsill in France, the warmth
and smell of coffee
over sunrise over sailboat masts over the roof
of a barn, where tractors are. Under all

that color in the east, a creative writer
with a beautiful mind sleeps next to an excellent
editor with a beautiful mind while I, a chicken farmer,
farm chickens. France feeds me, the cleaning
of coops and rolling of heads, yes, the way we
weigh what we take away, the livers, gizzards,

the dozens and dozens of hearts I clean, cut,
and cook, with cherry beer and carrots. How I loved you,
how, tell me, am I supposed to believe anything, ever
again, let alone Jesus … fire lookouts … the word wife

Survivers are drawn to the arts, and helping
others, according to psychologists,
but also have a tendency to reinvent the Catherine
Wheel. Or richtrad, in German. They’re who

invented it.
And psychotherapy. Beautiful minds.
A beautiful mind gave me a diary
for Christmas, dumped me on New
Year’s, declared me mentally unstable by
Epiphany. Sat. 1/9 I can’t believe it.

Sun. 1/10 I can’t believe it.
Mon. 1/11 I can’t believe it.
Tue. 1/12, Nope. Can’t believe it.
Wed. 1/13, Still can’t believe it
Thu. 1/14, I can’t believe it
Fri. 1/15, I can’t believe it, that person

next to you is bad
in bed, worse in the kitchen, can live
without you, had the bad sense to say
so and this poem, finished on Friday,
February 12, proves I’m
the better editor.

L.E. Leone
© 2010


  1. Wonderfully inventive. Like a collection of diverse objects washed up on a foreign sea-shore

  2. Aww. Poor thing. I want to send her an email and tell her time heals all wounds. But probably she would say:

    2/23: I don't believe it.

    Thanks, John!!

  3. Hi Alan & Reya

    Alan: I like that analogy quite well--glad you liked L.E.'s poem!

    Reya: Yes, you hit the nail on the head, but as we all know it's tough. L.E. did go thru a very sad--I'd almost say the word "tragic" wasn't too strong--break-up. But she's in the Turks & Caicos Islands now, which is not a bad place to be. I'm sure she'll appreciate your well-wishes when she next stops by!

  4. Wow! This is so very much alive!

  5. Time, a new direction, deep friendships... those do heal most all wounds. 2/23... believe it says another one who has felt sadness.

  6. Hi Karen & Lizzy

    Karen: I was really struck by this poem when I first saw it! Glad you liked it.

    Lizzy: Well said--thanks on L.E.'s behalf for that.


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