Once again, you get me thinking of my complex father. I used to visit him at work where, as a bored but loved accountant at a public hospital, e would give me a quarter to walk down the hall to but cigarettes he would smoke in the hospital offices. And then he’d put me on his shoulders, parading me around to his friends. I need to read water in water several times more. But at this point it definitely leads me to wonder if I am naive to yearn for previous eras.
I mostly need my authors to have suffered, am I wrong for that? Perhaps that's why you're a fav. Thank you so much for always pointing out the beauty and loviness that's interwoven between the blah
“Retrospective “ stood out to me. Not only was I the channel turner, beer getter, but also stood by my dad’s toolbox and handed him the tools. Reading this, I miss him.
These speak to most of humanity. Thank you for your honesty.
I love the trilogy of these - your children, your father, you. Each poem so powerful and so suited to each other as well.
I've always thought we humans are a mixture of the admirable & reprehensible.
You certainly encapsulated that in your poem.
I was 15 when my mother had a baby. We used to bathe her in the big preserving pot we had for making jam! A slippery beautiful little fish.
Nice poem about your father. When you write about him I feel a simple mutual love. Despite his issue, it's clear that he cared deeply for you.
"Dear God, I'm a broken fool
who's equal parts kind and cruel."
Thats lovely...
You had me at “Dear God, I'm a broken fool who's equal parts kind and cruel” crazy how you can do that. Have a great weekend and limlmtx
You're welcome. And thanks, Shelly!
Preach!
Thanks, Leon!
These are gems. I'm very grateful to you for them.
Thank you, Kate.
Preachify is a very good tonic.
Thanks!
Once again, you get me thinking of my complex father. I used to visit him at work where, as a bored but loved accountant at a public hospital, e would give me a quarter to walk down the hall to but cigarettes he would smoke in the hospital offices. And then he’d put me on his shoulders, parading me around to his friends. I need to read water in water several times more. But at this point it definitely leads me to wonder if I am naive to yearn for previous eras.
I miss my father very much, with all of his strengths and flaws.
Beautiful!! LOVE the picture, as well! XO
Thank you, Danielle.
I mostly need my authors to have suffered, am I wrong for that? Perhaps that's why you're a fav. Thank you so much for always pointing out the beauty and loviness that's interwoven between the blah
Thank you, AJ.
New book yes! When did I miss that? Preachify something about that one also reminded me of a young Sherman.
Hahaha. I've been publishing books since the first George Bush was President!
Can't wait to buy your new book! I know I'm gonna love it! These poems are wonderful, with Retrospective being my favorite. What a lovely poem!
Thank you, Theresa.
Can't wait to buy your new book! I know I'm gonna love it! These poems are wonderful!
I love all three of these poems so much. Thanks for writing them Sherman.
And, the line, "He didn't know how".
This sums it all up for me, maybe for everyone. Beautiful.
Thank you, Catherine.
“Retrospective “ stood out to me. Not only was I the channel turner, beer getter, but also stood by my dad’s toolbox and handed him the tools. Reading this, I miss him.
I miss my father. Thanks, Monica.