Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life.
i misread the first stanza asDon't we all fallbeing what our featherswished us to be?
Did you write this Peter? I wish you would sign your name. I love this, especiallyWhat 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 KindDon't we all failour fathers? Don't we all fallfor our fathers? Don'twe all flail patheticallyfor those silent men--look at me, daddy, look at me!--as if our arms were wings?Don't all of our fathers failand 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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