I Woke a Strange Place [joshua]
I woke a strange place,
my father was gone,
he must have wandered somewhere.
Mounted brown bass
Large
Solid bodied;
Careens from wall to balsam lure
Sooted with dust.
Stacks of important work,
Cabinets of stuff
And the smell of coffee
he must have wandered somewhere.
He cancelled the news
Along with our talks
And the Canadian vacation that went to pieces.
The year of the big storm
When growing up burned down.
At Lebanon, Pennsylvania.
I like this side of your writing...it feels like it's from your heart. As I read this my eyes stained with tears. You should right more poetry.
ReplyDeleteI like the images in this. The more I read over it the more emotive it gets.
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ReplyDelete"When growing up burned down."
I agree with vanessa.
To be redundant:
ReplyDeleteI really like it and I really need to read it repeatedly.
It's like a figure I recognize shrouded in smoke, and I want to figure out what it is.