Words with My Father

Jun 08, 2011 17:29


They were our toys

We assembled them

Like the palette of a sunrise

Blooming bulbs of understanding

As I reached higher

Dug into the darkness

Guided by your patience

Until the words painted all the dreams

You held in trust

And when I could read

You told me to look on my own

Dive into the answers

And let the voices of history

Teach me the way through

The many paths at my door

While your words

The first sweeping glow of my dawn

Held me steady

And when we were apart

Fighting wars

In different worlds

Staring at different skies

The tint of dreams darkened

And the skies burst with anger

Sad clouds sucked us into maelstroms

Hope was held in starshine

Remote, cold and as small as

We felt when we walked by the sea

We stood together, watching

The hurricane that our lives had become

We danced in the dark rain

We stomped in the puddles of tears

We embraced the lightning and

Sang to the stars

And when we came apart

I wandered

I looked for you in every sky

In every garden, waiting for irises

In every ocean, roiled by erosion

In every moonrise, ringed by misery

In every father, reading to his child

On the train

In the doctor’s waiting room

In the park

I could hear the thunder

Your words strewn into me

The seeds planted

Darkness waiting for daybreak

Waves tickling my baffled soles

Sinewy paths in the sand

Light reaching across quiet nights

Turning the storm into my plaything again

Exhorting me to dream with you

Letters, words, books, barricades

And bridges across time

Your voice stays with me

In the words I embrace

Like shining pebbles along my journey

In the lighthouse

Promising safety

In the letters I write

Placed with joy and sorrow

On the stone carved with words

We did not want to write.

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I want you to click on the published link, of course. :) But in case you hate the way the layout got changed because of the ads they insist on sticking in the middle of a poem (argh), this is the way the stanzas should look - I think it reads a little better when you can see it laid out right.

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