Returning Home to Bury Dad
I dug through a chest with photos,
one showing Dad in a sailor hat,
years before I knew him,
on leave during the war.
What kind of life did he lead
before he married mom?
He was colorful and confident
as this photo shows--straddling
an alligator at a county fair,
rocking backwards.
Did I ever know my father?
A workaholic, his absences
were what I knew best,
but as I sifted through photos,
I regretted not knowing Dad better.
Facing a long drive home,
I grabbed a photo, slipping it
inside my shirt pocket
--grieving for an absence
that would never quite
leave
Returning Home to Bury Dad
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Re: Returning Home to Bury Dad
Hi Bob,
the is that isn't : the isn't that is
From the start, the experience is actually like an unburying - an exhumation -
not the corpse - the Life - the God-created relationship of father & son
Life exhumed
with the light
of the son
here
"What kind of life did he lead
before he married mom?"
and here
"Did I ever know my father?"
and here
"I regretted not knowing Dad better."
^^ expository, telling
Strong the exit, very strong & fleeting - a formidable, viable reverberation of the cliché:
"absence makes the heart grow fonder"
^^ echoes I am with you always
^^ Thus, will be closer than ever now - the finite is no longer in the way -
Light
the dynamite
that blows away the finite
Your poem recalls to me Mark Strand's "Keeping Things Whole "
link http://cfmark.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep ... whole.html
and one of mine: from the swan song of MELIC: http://www.melicreview.com/current/
"Foghorn" http://www.melicreview.com/current/virga%20poem.htm
and a serendipity: I came across this phrase this very afternoon: "past as prelude"
to which I'm prompted to advance: the past as prelude to the perfect future present
below workshop in toto, for your perusal & consideration
Michael (MV) always already homesick for a home I have yet to arrive too
I dug through a chest with photos,
one showing Dad in a sailor hat,
years before I knew him,
on leave during the war.
A colorful and confident bachelor,
as this photo shows him straddling
an alligator at a county fair,
rocking backwards.
As a family man, a workaholic.
As I sifted through photos,
I realized Dad's absences
were what I remembered best,
Facing a long drive home,
I slipped a photo inside my shirt pocket
--grieving for an absence
that would never quite
leave
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Re: Returning Home to Bury Dad
Thanks, Michael...those are lovely links.
Re: Returning Home to Bury Dad
Bob---
clarity in abundance. but "four" uses of the word photos. suggest some change-up.
also, "work a holic." clear, but prosaic.
maybe a reference to several of his tasks...?
bob, the right idea and i enjoyed reading the poem, a nostalgic vision formed for me. very good.
bernie
clarity in abundance. but "four" uses of the word photos. suggest some change-up.
also, "work a holic." clear, but prosaic.
maybe a reference to several of his tasks...?
bob, the right idea and i enjoyed reading the poem, a nostalgic vision formed for me. very good.
bernie
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Re: Returning Home to Bury Dad
Bob
Simple and direct.A poem that works for me because of the form and controlled words.
Siva
Simple and direct.A poem that works for me because of the form and controlled words.
Siva