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Poetry: Dad gave me…

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Shakespeare’s measured love
Kubrik’s fractured time
Photography’s micro-moments
Nature’s meditative breath 
Animal’s magical simplicity
Book’s escape plan
Quiet’s unspoken pain
Legacy’s abandonment core
Love’s imperceptible gaze

This is me and my dad in the late 1970s. The books above are from a collection I won as a child with my dad at the Fair Oaks Shakespeare Festival. Although I’m always pushing for more, I’m grateful for my hippy animal-loving father. Happy Father’s Day.

More short poems:
1/30: not my cat
2/30: comfort
3/30: ache
4/30: remember
5/30: graduation
6/30: big love
7/30: Heavy and light
8/30: delicate
9/30: leaping

20 thoughts on “Poetry: Dad gave me…”

  4. Like an artichoke, eaten leaf by leaf. When all opened, inside, a ruby heart steps into the light. I like that I can’t put my finger on the mechanism, how your poem delivers so much, so quietly, like I read mouth agape, then suddenly see. This poem navigates like a butterfly flies. (I continue being impressed)

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    • This might truly be the most amazing compliment I’ve ever received about my writing. That first line came to me as I went to bed Saturday night, dreading Sunday and the feelings that would come…but all night I worked on those verses. Each one came to me through dreams until it all came together. It felt important to me and I’m glad you see it.

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      • I think your poem-Listening ability woke itself up, then stayed that way. Willing focus – might be another way to say what was working here. By whatever name – so well done.

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