Thursday, April 6, 2017

The Father in Parts: NaPoWriMo 5th Day



I.             The father is a gnarled tree
entwining his family, limbs
reaching deep into their darkness.

II.           The father is the land left fallow,
the neighbors complaining about
the wind blowing away good topsoil.

III.        The father is a vision from 
the mountaintop, shimmering hope 
for life everlasting, He's just a man.

IV.          The father is old as dirt. He says he
doesn’t remember his life with you.
All those years and still unavailable.

V.            The father is a river flowing rapid
in spring. By summer drought he’ll be
nothing but a trickle. Then gone.


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