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Array ( [sid] => 131086 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Father Worlds Away, Always [time] => 2007-01-28 00:41:29 [hometext] => my feelings about him are... conflicted. [bodytext] => the smell of shoe polish, six am.
tie all the dark mass back in a pony tail, as
i watch him
meticulously polish
attention to detail, but not to the details
of the family happening around him

he drove a dark colored, beat up beamer
the smell of old car would cling to him
upon his return from working with
airplanes and officers
he drove me to my first dance in that car

he built a two loft beds and a dresser while
we were stationed in Germany
i remember piles of sawdust and
the sound of a saw biting into wood
endless trips to the lumber yard

a month ago he fell and shattered his shoulder
on the way to the gym, the only church he's ever
attended with any kind of actual faith
the irony is not lost to me-
it was then that i realized
the man is only a man, has
only ever been a man
and as i get mail from home, news
of pins in his arm and physical therapy
i realize that time happens without our
consent or comprehension [comments] => 5 [counter] => 527 [topic] => 75 [informant] => inlovewithaladd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

A Father Worlds Away, Always

Contributed by inlovewithaladd on Sunday, 28th January 2007 @ 12:41:29 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished

the smell of shoe polish, six am.
tie all the dark mass back in a pony tail, as
i watch him
meticulously polish
attention to detail, but not to the details
of the family happening around him

he drove a dark colored, beat up beamer
the smell of old car would cling to him
upon his return from working with
airplanes and officers
he drove me to my first dance in that car

he built a two loft beds and a dresser while
we were stationed in Germany
i remember piles of sawdust and
the sound of a saw biting into wood
endless trips to the lumber yard

a month ago he fell and shattered his shoulder
on the way to the gym, the only church he's ever
attended with any kind of actual faith
the irony is not lost to me-
it was then that i realized
the man is only a man, has
only ever been a man
and as i get mail from home, news
of pins in his arm and physical therapy
i realize that time happens without our
consent or comprehension

Copyright © inlovewithaladd ... [ 2007-01-28 00:41:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Father Worlds Away, Always (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Sunday, 28th January 2007 @ 12:46:03 AM AEST
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Rock-solid and vivid wording, and admirable flow. Nicely done! You comprehend well the power of the words you use, and none of them go to waste. I'll be glad to read more. Keep it up.

Andrew

Re: A Father Worlds Away, Always (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Sunday, 28th January 2007 @ 02:18:07 AM AEST
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Really excellent and crafted with heart. It reminded me of that hard day realizing my parents are human and vulnerable. Many blessings here.

Bravo

Peace
Yangdantien

Re: A Father Worlds Away, Always (User Rating: 1 )
by enigma on Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 03:39:03 PM AEST
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Dri...inlovewithalad...how about, young'un...

Men are crazy. Women, too, for the most part. If a man could simply realize he's just a man, he'd be more of a man. It's a good thing I believe in God, or I'd be worried. Us men are so weird, you just gotta love us...kind of like a pet dog, or a cat, a white rat or maybe a goldfish...

You're right about time standing still for no one. Your affection for your dad shines through...regardless of the details, you're lucky you have each other...

blessings always,

ron...enigma

Re: A Father Worlds Away, Always (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 12th July 2007 @ 12:51:12 PM AEST
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I love the opening line here - it is immediately vivid and... real. This is, quite obviously, a dance through time. The transition from "the things he did" to "who he is" is, in and of itself, an obvious statement of growth. When we're young, we often see our parents (loved ones, really) as perfect... somewhere along the line, we realize they simply are not... and sometime later we realize that's ok. Though you've placed this in the 'anguished poetry' category - I see a movement toward acceptance here that makes that seem a bit of an odd choice (unless it refers to the prior anguish in years past or the anguish of such transitions). Forgive me if I'm bold for saying as much.

How you opted to present this is impressive, really. I'd concur with Andrew's comments here. Many poets speak of time and distance - you have here, though, in a way that goes well beyond generalities. Nicely done, indeed.

~Snemmy

Re: A Father Worlds Away, Always (User Rating: 1 )
by Ambivalence on Sunday, 1st November 2009 @ 10:49:44 PM AEST
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having to accept parents as parents, whether u want to or not, is tremendously arduous.
i guess that's the minimum kids should do
especially if their parents spend only a minimum
of their time with their children.

take care

-K.Z.

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