Thursday, December 29, 2005


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A. D. said...

i misread the first stanza as

Don't we all fall
being what our feathers
wished us to be?

Esther's Writing Works said...

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



LKD said...

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?

LKD said...

ps: This strikes me as being right up your "tree".

Peter said...

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.

jenni said...

This really resonated for me, Peter. Keeper.

Lana Hechtman Ayers said...

Lovely poem, Peter.

Best wishes for the new year,

jeannine said...

I like it! Simple, elegant.