My
father taught me this:
the
unknowing of beings
from
historical perspectives
and
how to return volumes
A
monumental silence at unit
where
disallowances scream
from
the soil of male-sweat
that
pollutes the air and beds
Leaving
us just this:
the
apish calm of father
and
the son
No
rest
No rest.
ReplyDeleteProfoundly sad, Matthew. You hit the mark.
You have captured the essence of some father/son relationships here, Matthew. The silence. I hope, however, it to be an understanding kind of silence rather than a painful silence. But the words 'disallowances scream' lead me to believe that it was not...
ReplyDeleteaffection and agony jostle together in these lines.the closing line foregrounds the pain.well wrought.
ReplyDeletenice profile pic too!
and thanks as always for your comments.really appreciate them.
The way there can be a monumental silence that makes us want to scream - and leaves us restless, of course. A thoughtful and sad piece.
ReplyDeleteFathers and Sons are not always communicate with each other, it's sad but so true. Sometimes the silence between my son and me is very painful, but we can ... communicate.
ReplyDeleteYou describe the distance often felt between parent and child, which always leaves a sadness in us. A very tender, moving piece.
ReplyDeletethat middle stanza is rather heart rending...nice play of volume and silence...the sweat...ugh...yeah felt this one man...
ReplyDeleteOh so many of us know that silence - behind the calm faces, all of the unaddressed things that can never be said........I so relate! Love the way you under-stated it, too. Classy.
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