The beauty part of exploring my poetry recently in an effort to clarify some common thread/theme/tone is that I’ve stumbled upon things I wrote and forgot about. Forgetting is often a blessing–it’s good to get rid of crap and keep moving forward. But sometimes I read something I actually LIKE. Huh.
Two Fathers and a Birthday
His reaction was instant,
the flush sweeping up his face—
I imagine the tiny capillaries bursting from the force.
His hands balled fists,
the nails digging dried and dead cells from the centers of his palms.
Causal Relationship I
A kick, lashing out, not even from the hip, just the knee,
as if tapped by a reflex hammer,
sweeping the feet out from under the tiny body
that slammed into the floor,
the air compressed from lungs
so that the ragged cry was delayed.
Causal Relationship II
At four he should’ve known better,
but daddy pointed and smiled
and it seemed so funny just to haul back and hit that guy in the balls,
the guy who was teasing him,
and daddy didn’t like him anyway,
so that’s just what he did,
just hauled back like a pitcher on the mound,
let his fist go like a rock flying from a sling shot.
Causal Relationship III
Her chubby fists clutched at his ears, a tree-monkey,
and he had both hands full of her knees so that she wouldn’t go
tilting backwards. She felt safe,
which was all that really mattered.
He teased the four-year-old who had picked
on his daughter, calling him four-year-old names like
pooper-scooper, and dookie-head.
He didn’t see the fist coming.
Causal Relationship IV
The sling-shot fist was rewarded with a high-five,
while tree-monkey daddy struggled NOT to buckle,
his face a Dali.
I sat on the couch, considering another piece of cake,
mildly concerned that the 55 gallon fish tank
might be the real ‘victim’ in all of this if it didn’t survive,
and I couldn’t wait for the whole slew to get the
hell out of my house.
The issue with attempting to put together a ‘collection’ is that typically a ‘collection’ implies that the writer was collecting something, a common idea, a common thread. I would LOVE input to help clarify and much of my writing is already online via Free Write at http://aspameticky.wordpress.com Feel free to weigh in my errors of conceit.