One Day When I Was Eleven

Jul 6, 2015

600px-Starr_070730-7931_Dianthus_caryophyllusOne Day When I Was Eleven
by John Karg

I took from dad’s grave
half a bucket of just turned earth
next to church for holy water
then went home made blessed mud
and darkened the outside
of the dining room window.
From sent flowers I chose a handful of white carnations
then scarring wrist turned vase water red
and arranged my cuttings on the chair
dad placed near the pane.
Before the windows darkening
there was a picture of a rope hanging
severed lines in my life…left there
till Sunday’s crosses then cut
like an umbilical cord to nowhere .
A hopeless loop, body, and chair
merged to break the father’s promise
to love and parent when he graved his soul
that I prayed the Lord to strike.
A storm and clean windows were near
but undercut cords blood-stained flowers
would bloom and scars mend.
That night expecting rain
I sat and watched as lightning bolted across
the coffin I’d drawn on shrouded pane.






I was born in Bavaria but moved to Pasadena where I lived for twenty years before moving to Montrose. I have studied and written about many things, but currently I’m studying politics and health care. For my free elective, I study what a soul is in relation to what it does and to that end I began a website What Soul Is This. At this website, I have two essays about the roles we play and the things we possess since I believe that in understanding a soul we have to understand our entire life.


Me at hotel

John Karg




Photo, top right, white carnations or Dianthus caryophyllus by Forest & Kim Starr [CC BY 3.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons.

Photo, storm clouds, by Robert Stirrett from Canada [CC BY 2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons.



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