Life at a Premium
life at a
premium children with guns would be in the grade school
country at
war fertile ground watered with the blood of its' people young and
old
the whirligig spins
in the wind made by hand in simpler days
the morning
quiet everything still as if underwater or drowned in resin
i hear your lyrical
voice you say you sheltered eight against the storm
your life
full children, grandchildren and great grandchildren
make a cup of
tea make a pot make it two
the storm passed
without harm the morning after bright
first of summer the
second without you life goes on
candidates
announce a long hot election season expected
June 17, 2014
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My Father
my father has been
gone for many years now i miss him still
there was not
another like him i was lucky he embodied loving kindness
whatever i wanted he
tried to provide he played ball with the kids on the block
one time while in
southtexas he helped me to secure a large hark's nest
i wanted to draw i
don't think he ever told me no i loved him so
i wish he was here
today it is hard to fill the empty spaces created by love's passing
June 17, 2015
12 comments:
I am really not looking forward to the circus of campaign season, and it is already beginning for sure. Trumps announcement yesterday was humorous at least - in a sad way. I may need some tea as well. Children with guns. An all too sad reality.
"It is hard to fill the empty spaces created by love's passing." What a fantastic line, Annell. Lovely to have had a father like him. Loved your first poem too, life going on, regardless, the election looming......
I don't remember my Dad but when I was 16 my Mom remarried a man who became my Dad. He's gone now, too. All the empty spaces we have to deal with... but at least we had them to miss. Love the conversational tone of the first one.
The contrast between the two parts is distinct...the children with guns imagery always, always breaks my heart.
Its difficult to fill the void that we feel when we lose someone whom we love so dearly.. its so sad.. i m at a loss for words :(
Amen to My Father! You have loving images along with the emptiness. Wow!
The gains and losses in life are uneven. Whatever happens to us we must still keeping moving on loving, living and being thankful for what we have had.
That you can never remember your dad saying no is a wonderful legacy. Great lines.
Two poignant pieces...'he never told me no' speaks volumes...being given the freedom to create is the best gift anyone can be given..beautiful Annell.. xo
Two wonderful poems. Thanks for telling them.
Beautiful pieces....touching n poignant!
I always love your writing. These are especially moving, individually and together.
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