Poetry / Broken Chords

You see me:
Four years old
Approaching you with letters
Barely legible
On a portable chalkboard.
“Does this make a word?”
Until one day it does.

But suddenly I am
Alone and struggling
With words.
You cannot hear what I am trying
To say: meanings evaporate
Like frozen breaths
Of small-town gossip.

And I am gone.
You are proud
But a little jealous--
Passing out information
In the local paper:
Honors and Distinction
A Master, a small faculty position
At twenty three.
It is only meaningful between us.
To the rest it is small-town gossip
Echoing emptily through the coffee shops
Besides, I am not home.

There are holidays
And sometimes birthdays.
There is the day you turn fifty
And open the door to my smiling face
I am laden with presents and secrets.

You begin to cry that night
And seem mortal
Clutch at my hair and tell me
You will protect me, whisper that you miss me.
What can I say? “Stop?”
“I miss you?” or maybe, “I am lost.”
You cling to my ghost, to a four year old
With long brown pigtails
And a portable chalk board.

Someday I will cling to your ghost
Trying to fill the hole
That was ripped out of me
And you will not be home
When I am.
 

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January 28, 2009

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Bravo. The way you strung this narrative out is absolutely breathtaking. A simple tale told with affect. You have a perfect story arc in this piece, opening with the 4 year old and leading to the adult. I thought you might want to follow up, for the complete arc, the future holds with your own 4 year old. That would give it completion. Still, the narrative remains strong.

The connection between S1 and S2 is a little weak. I see the connection between the 4 year old and the adult struggling for words, but not the motive for the lack of voice. I think that could come out a little stronger here.

S3 gets into the relationship, but the jealousy seems to come from nowhere. What’s the direct connection?

The 5th and 6th stanzas are brilliant.

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