PoemasabiAGU
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Understanding
On Father's Day
I remember Dad
His practical jokes
His anger
His love
His Temper
His laugh
His frustration at life
His creativity
and now
at 53
11 years older than he ever was
I understand
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Entrenched
The lines are drawn
my side, your side
We walk our lines
back and forth, forth and back
A rut appears, two in fact
one on my side, one on yours
Our lines are marched
my side, your side
We never waver
never look at the other, never step out of our rut
So
Rut becomes trench
knee then thigh, waist then chest deep
We march on
we never waver, never look nor climb out
Fear of what might happen
bars us from communication
Quiet separation is safe
separation from argument is feared
We march on
trench deeper that we are tall
We march on still
Monday, August 20, 2012
Scattered (rejected four and twenty submission)
When the bond between a family
is removed by chance
and scattered to the winds
the family may come apart
Legit
To be legit
do poems always have to be deep?
Do they need to burst open
spilling metaphor
simile
or can they just be about anything
like the young doe
standing in the woods across the driveway
from my window
like a statue
silent
but for the sound of green maple leaves
being ground between her teeth
her eyes fixed
on the movement in the window
as a middle aged man
writes about poetry.
Returned
She went away my little girl
sure she was seventeen
but she'd always been around
my kid
my daughter
my friend
yes, singing
She was always responsible
smart and funny
musical and funny
emotional
kind, apathetic and funny
yes funny
Then she went away
today she returned
Different
More poised
More confident
More
Grown up
Less a teen
more an adult
Different
And yet
still
wickedly
brilliantly
funny.
For the Love of Cat
It seems that to some
that I hate a certain cat
just because I used his call
as a punctuation mark in a previous poem.
That I hate this certain cat
is not the case at all.
His meows serve as a punctuation mark in another poem
and only as that, like the shout of a man.
Not the case at all
this perceived dislike of said feline
and just like the shout of a man
his attention can be welcomed at times.
This perceived dislike of said feline
is not always a correct read of the relationship.
His attention can be welcomed at times,
late at night watching tv is one such time.
A correct read of the relationship
would be one of mutual understanding,
of a shared love late night TV
while absentmindedly scratching between a pair of furry cat ears.
Groton Awakens
The hush of the morning breeze
whispers through aged pines
The rush of tires on asphalt
As an unseen car moves an unseen driver
Closer to the start, or end I guess, of a workday
Meow
The birds begin to wake
Softly at first
Then, as more and more of them awaken
The chorus grows louder and louder
Filling the near stillness with a multitude of calls
Meow, meow
A squirrel scurries in fits and starts
Across the shingle roof outside my window
An acorn, not yet ripe falls from the oak out front
And hits the slate walk
Heard this morning where as the sound would pass unnoticed later in the day
Meow, meeeoooww, meow
Then there's the cat
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