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I began to write a poem
on being a father. As my fingers
tapped the keys, thoughts
swirled into frenzy. How
will I teach her everything I know?
Are the things I know worthy
of being taught? Of what does she
dream, when that tiny voice
comes out in the midst of her
sleep? And the inner voice,
when she's yet to know any
words, what does it say?
Does she worry? Does she wonder?
Does she wrestle with the infinite?
Does she know that she is loved,
and that love is both the heaviest
and lightest burden to bear? Heavy, as
in crushing; light, as in freeing.
I gave up the writing. Deleted everything
I'd written down.
There is no way to say it.
on being a father. As my fingers
tapped the keys, thoughts
swirled into frenzy. How
will I teach her everything I know?
Are the things I know worthy
of being taught? Of what does she
dream, when that tiny voice
comes out in the midst of her
sleep? And the inner voice,
when she's yet to know any
words, what does it say?
Does she worry? Does she wonder?
Does she wrestle with the infinite?
Does she know that she is loved,
and that love is both the heaviest
and lightest burden to bear? Heavy, as
in crushing; light, as in freeing.
I gave up the writing. Deleted everything
I'd written down.
There is no way to say it.
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first and last (alcoholism)
and i’ll never forget
the time between darks
i was ten
the water bottle in the freezer
(or the one hidden in your purse)
i found and tried to drink
after skiing
and nearly choked, gagged on your addiction
(and it hurt the throat, burned so bad i cried
and hid in the bathroom, sick
understand now i only drink the tap)
and still have told no one.
little lights and far-off music across the (fermented) water,
the sound,
a modern suburban mother’s Gatsby get-together
and before swerving over the double-yellow
and after a near-miss kiss with a road sign
and slurring curses and you dragged
lit
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grow up they said
here's what it is to be an adult
you pay off your credit cards
and a day later, your hot water heater is no longer working and is leaking all over your garage
you didn't bother to research options
so when you finally realize you can get a cheaper alternative to your fancy coffee drink
you've probably 'wasted' at least $75. on coffee.
you buy things on other peoples' recommendations
and are quickly disenchanted
either with the things, the people, or just buying things in general
you stop hearing
or is it listening
and the magic settles into your bones instead of your eyes
and sparks up at new moments, the baby's laugh,
the way you
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For --
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
by the window, by the sun,
by the cooling shade of soft green cedar,
bloom, bloom, bloom.
When the chrysanthemums baldly raises
its heavy head to the dim-lit skies,
or cicadas shrill in train-speed rhythm
buzz and rest their wings on your shivering thighs
do not fear the world, the strangeness of Nature,
do not flip your pale small eyelids and waver.
Whenever burly oaks grow, wild-strong branches wide,
and benign barley bend and bow in a smile;
No - this too high; No - this too low,
Bloom, bloom, bloom.
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This is my plight as a writer, now. Well, as a writer that draws straight from personal experience, straight from the moment...this is my plight. I'm a father. It is a thing beyond all saying.
Edit 7/25/2017: Oh my goodness, this is so sweet. Thank you so much BeccaJS for featuring this. I feel very blessed!
Edit 7/25/2017: Oh my goodness, this is so sweet. Thank you so much BeccaJS for featuring this. I feel very blessed!
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Absolutely wonderful!