This morning, as I was cleaning, I found one of his books,Talking Back to the Moon.
Traprock Books, Eugene, Or., 2005
After Celebrating My 49th Birthday
Say what you will to still the fear-
that I appear to be ten years younger-
this is the age that Father reached
before he couldn't reach farther.
He must have heard similar words-
I never saw him livelier
than before his heart broke of not enough
and of trying to make not enough into more.
This is what I wrote after I heard the news of his death:
ReplyDeleteFor Bob
I told you once
sentiments still forming
words hardly there,
i told you
how exposed i felt
on those pages
of yours
one incident
after another
secrets
guilts
corners full of dust
bones of discontent
exposed in mid-day.
I should have told you how i felt
each time you spoke as though
my whole world too
etched on those pages
all varnish gone and sandblasted
pain and rough weather left to rot.
You spoke of weather and friends
lost loves at sea, as though hurricanes
were parlor maidens combing our hair
invading our dreams.
Both poems are beautiful; His is also a little sad, realizing he, like his Dad before him, passed away at a young age.
ReplyDeleteman...great poem...sad that he has already passed but thanks for sharing him with us and your poem as well...both are lovely
ReplyDeleteI liked his poem but love yours!
ReplyDeleteI love both of these poems,and really enjoyed reading them together. Reading his work, then your poem to him makes me see the impact he could have.
ReplyDeleteI love this passage from your poem:
...hurricanes
were parlor maidens combing our hair
invading our dreams.
so sad about your poet friend
ReplyDeletehis poem was sad and full of resignation
Why Rosaria..you're quite the poet
lovely