Mirror World

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Pick of the Month

By PoetonaHill

Wed, 13 Jun 2018
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 Mirror-world

 

A life ago my father said, “I saw

your plane pass overhead; stood alone in

wind and rain and watched you go.” I shrugged and

went upon my way, “Choose the way you waste

your day. I've hay to make and seed to sow.”

 

Then, amid the hours of feeding pets and

tending flowers, I saw the vapour-trail

bisect the sky, a tear spilt by the bluest

eye as you went out to set-about a

world I'd left undone – to sing the songs I

couldn't hum, and all my love was on the

wing in tender wistful thoughts of you that

day. My father must have felt this too but

couldn't say, and I, the one with life to

find, wouldn't pause to read his mind. I know

it's much the same for you just doing what

you have to do, but if we never say

or show how can the other ever know?

 

The one is always unaware as at

the other's heart they tear. My sorrow as

you speed away is full of words we did

not say. Maybe one-day you'll feel this yearning

too... in the mirror-world of me and you.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

There's a lovely musical flow to your writing here again, and a teasing open of the father-son mix of closeness and difficulty of communicating their feelings, each generation.

My mother-in-law is nearly 99 and her communication is becoming increasingly confused and haphazard, but actually despite that she now is sharing more freely, and coming to term's with it seems difficulties of her parents' quarreling and separation, and her sense of loss of her father that she loved, (and her mother didn't seem to love), that happened about 90 years ago, and not only has she previously shared very little of it, but it seems to have had the effect of making her a really closed book in many ways to her family down those intervening years. Quite amazing experience, somehow I feel I'm at last getting to know her. And she speaks of at last losing all her bitterness (which no-one really knew about, but affected her ability to relate). Rhiannon

(do you realise you've posted twice, nothing on the first posting?)

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Hi Rhiannon - Thanks for that. Maybe it's a man-thing but I used to go into a shell with my parents. I could never open up fully.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Thanks for the cherries

 

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Submitted by london_calling79 on

This is gorgeous. My father often spoke the same way as the son - the noun before the verb. 'I've .... to ....' Eternal cycles.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

HI - Glad you could relate to it some way.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

I loved this poem. We think we have all the time in the world to say what needs to be said - until we don't.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

This wonderful poem is our Facebook/Twitter pick of the day. Please like and share if you enjoyed it too.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Fatboy 74 - I tend to get mixed up with my Fatboys but many thanks.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Apologies Poetonahill, since making it pick of the day, it has somehow changed the format. Also, please feel free to change the picture to one of your choice.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful - particularly so just after Father's Day. Brilliant pick!

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Thanks

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Wonderful, poetonahill. Beautiful words and flow. Much more than a collection of words. I like the format you've used. Could have been form; didn't need to be. A really lovely piece.

Parson Thru

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Hi PT - Many thanks for the compliment. It is really appreciated.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Thanks for making this poem of the day/month. It's lovely to write something that someone likes.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Lovely opportunity to read it again.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Brilliant choice. I like the rhymes, how they're not obvious, they sort of pull at you like light on moving water. As the poem is moving. To start with all I noticed was how beautiful the sound is. But the meaning is beautiful too when I read it again and again and again.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

HI DH - That's a lovely poetic way of looking at the words. And thanks for your appreciations of what I was trying to say.