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8 comments:
i misread the first stanza as
Don't we all fall
being what our feathers
wished us to be?
Did you write this Peter? I wish you would sign your name. I love this, especially
What matters
is that we were
together — building
our waxwings
...
Thanks,
Esther
I misread the first two lines of your poem, sir. Or rather, my eyes grabbed on to the words "don't we fail our fathers."
You gave me this poem below, Peter. Thank you. I needed this. I put my father on such a high pedestal not only while he was alive but after he died that I sometimes forgot the man was actually human.
Hindsight is Brutal and Kind
Don't we all fail
our fathers? Don't we all fall
for our fathers? Don't
we all flail pathetically
for those silent men--look at me, daddy, look at me!--
as if our arms were wings?
Don't all of our fathers fail
and fall and flail once
we pull off their wings?
ps: This strikes me as being right up your "tree".
AD: fathers/feathers, fail/fall: love it. (but maybe you need to check your glasses prescription? ~grin~)
Esther: yes mine, just a draft.
Laurel: glad my little ditty could set you off. And thanks for the link.
This really resonated for me, Peter. Keeper.
Lovely poem, Peter.
Best wishes for the new year,
Lana
I like it! Simple, elegant.
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