Poem – “Details in the Scar” – Father’s Day Poetry – 6/20/2021

I was always wrong
To silence myself where I belong.
As you are far behind
In each teardrop that fades,
As all rain is never saved
From its fall, its decline.
You did not want to –

Want to die,
Living upon the crying smile.
You were sincere in each word,
While winter kept you thirsting
To know if I was listening.

I do listen,
Smiling even as I cry
Until the day I also die.

Further into tomorrow,
The days walk with the sorrow.
I never forgot you,
Glistening as a star in the scar.

I always remember your worth,
Formed in me, since childbirth.

I wake without the sigh,
While the scar sends me daylight
For the symptoms of a new day’s fright.
You had cried as I had walked,
As once I cried for you to speak
Words from Heaven, for the heart.

Poem – “A Farewell to my Father” – Fathers – 11/20/2020

I hold
What seems to be
Time’s cruel carelessness.
A hand that masks itself
Under coats,
Though wasn’t the cold to tremble
His fingers,
But fear.

Wants him to move
To a place
Where a future can prove
A broken man,
A hollow man
Who stains the air with his stare,
Sunken in sickness.

Moves him to a place
Where slowness breathes for him,
Fading him,
Keeping him in the arms
Of a one who knows to caress
Shoulders that bleed for shoulders,
Swipe tears that yearn for hands
Of utmost comfort.

Tides carry him
Towards seasons of cold,
Where blood can run so old.
To warmth’s remaining concealment
Of a patient son
Who can fold his arms around
His dying father,
Can set him apart from the winter.

To hope’s return
Where ongoing life
Can remain.

Poem – “Father’s Woe” – Fathers – 11/20/2020

Speaks more upon the sunken lips,
Than the grave to welcome him
Under the iron that has stilled
Like the halting train.
For I feel no pulse
To take him on
Past the feathers in his eyes,
Past the weather on his cheeks.
For all peace,
With every morsel of his age
Has lasted him
Until breathing moments
Come undone.

With canoes to ripple us past
Certain moments of history,
Leak me, the pleasantry
Of a thousand more nuances
I could now favor.

With eyes cast for oceans
Of tidal waves to emotion,
I stand here,
Counting the cracks in his palms,
Forcing the storms away
From his side.

A bleeding man
Whose comfort now resides
In the wilted universe,
Of a death, where no sighs
Come unheard.

Poem – "A Father who never Left" – Family – 3/24/2020

Deep in my past

Where horses ride

Over roadways and train tracks,

I fall away

Into memories

Full of the same shelter,

In how I gave love

To anyone else.

His arms

Brought my misfortune to fortune,

And in what I learned

Was that grief is but a symbol

To never grow beyond

To something diseased.

I have used all my ambition

To feel what I feel

When I am asleep

When I will close sheets around me,

And feel his warmth.

One face,

Two cheeks,

And three realms to kiss.

My father

Had for me

Everything I could keep

And never let go.