Sunday, 2 December 2012

being a father


moon soft waves splash
around heather kiss
as love makes love

When his eyes met mine from the womb, I saw no father in the stare. No past echo. I was blank. In me alone the river flowed to his sea. But the future is shadow, absence, not the dawn mist in giddy love.

the house shudders
from ‘fuck you’ storms
with arms windless sails
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7 comments:

  1. Pat Hatt4 December 2012 at 20:37

    The back and forth of a relationship, can surely be a trip. Love makes love was a great line.

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  2. Brian Miller4 December 2012 at 21:02

    In me alone the river flowed to his sea...nice great line that...and that last stanza is a great use of an expletive to make people sit up and take notice...ha...took me by surprise and made me reread...smiles.

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  3. Anonymous4 December 2012 at 23:43

    Terrific haibun and that last stanza packs a wallop, wonderful stuff.

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  4. Sabio Lantz5 December 2012 at 00:11

    Ouch -- nasty storms

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  5. Dana Dampier5 December 2012 at 01:49

    I agree! The last stanza made me read again too!Wonderful!

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  6. Mary5 December 2012 at 03:15

    The contrast between the first and last stanza is striking!

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  7. Beachanny6 December 2012 at 00:31

    Wonderful. I had sons too. I understand.

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