|January 6th '82
I wannabe dad in shining armour,
somewhere over the rainbow dad,
practically perfect in every way,
fey, ole,workaday,happy birthday
far beyond the Milky Way
yet close,comatose while grandiose,
all my big mistakes, heartaches,
unlucky breaks swept into one big bin
and carried off to the refuse tip,
leaving calm serene without sin beaming dad,
other guy not in,dark dad dispelled,
re-invented for the day your life
unfurled, curled in the crook of my arm.
Your tiny finger held on tight, ripping
in the dead of a frozen January night.
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i read this a few times yesterday. i like the rhythm. substitute dad for mum and i can empathise too.
i guess you could say it's grown on me.
i like your poems from dad perspective.
How can you ever explain the wonder of a first born child?
Larry heart beat Lark
For once, the sloppy (purposeful) structure actually works in the context of the poem. I'm not too sure how well I actually understand the message, being so young -- but there're differences between understanding and appreciating. Your child is lucky to have you for a dad.
Thanks for a crit that really makes me happy
Larry smiler Lark
Children are always a special blessing (my daughter was born on Christmas). We all want to be our best for them. Sometimes we are, sometimes we aren't. But if we're a good Dad or Mom, there's always love there! Great work!
Yes they are a blessing especially when thet leave the house at 3AM and leave all the doors wide open while i sleep soundly on only to wake in the morning to find that some theiving bastard has walked in and stolen my fur lined winter underpants that were drying in front of the paraffin stove.
Larry chapped bum Lark
Fur lined underpants make your balls itchy, don't they? :)
I love the rhymes and rhythm in this, it swept me along quite nicely.
I don't ever really find things that capture my attention anymore,
but this did. Very good, Larry the refuse tip lark. :D
refuse to tip? whaddya mean wendz, refuse to tip? - larry always gives generously in restaurants. Shakes head.
*flicks Opal in head*
Refuse tip, as in line six, Opal the Misreader Lark. :D
you've finally sussed that we, or at least Moi, often talk garbage, but you knew that all along; didn't you?
Larry happiness is a bin liner Lark
PS My old mans a dustman.
I went for a drink and to buy xmas prezzies with her last night and she is even more beautiful 24 years later.
Larry lucky man larl