To my Father (Ill for Some Time Before Death)
I miss you more than I can say–
you, who sat in a chair all day
so far away– What did we say
those days? Just know I called each day
and you would listen–I say, hear.
I miss you in the buzz of silence,
where listening is silenced; I can’t hear
your ear, your soft soft ear, in this silence.
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A reading of the poem, which may be interesting due to the breaks. – (Note that it does not have the full title.)
This is a poem posted for Kerry O’Connor’s “mini” challenge on With Real Toads to write a poem in the form of Yeats’ “He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven” – (check it out on With Real Toads.) The Yeats’ poem (a wonder) uses interlocking repeated words and rhymes.
I found this very challenging. My poem uses a bit more rhyme and repetition (just to make sure I got it all), which probably makes it way too sing-songy. But I enjoyed the challenge nonetheless. Thanks, Kerry!
I am also linking this post to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. Pearl (my dog) and I are currently working on Nanowrimo so couldn’t get a new poem up today.
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