Friday, January 16, 2009

Spin Cycle Poetry

Well, at first I thought this one was going to be difficult.  The rhyming thing is just not my thing.  But then I reread Sprite's post and discovered I did not have to rhyme.  Hallelujah, I was saved.

I cheated.  I used to write poetry.  A lot.  I have a not insignificant file.  So all I had to do was slog through the crap (which was a lot of it.) and find a gem I could polish up for the Spin Cycle.  Problem is I couldn't choose.  So I let my family vote.

A little background though.  I wrote this poem for my father in 1994. Made a spiffy little decoupage for him for Christmas and everything.  Which is one of the few things I got from his house after he died.

On a cloudy, wintry day
I sat by the fire
in a warm, dreamy doze
and I remembered.
I remembered
being carried to bed
long after I could go by myself.
I remembered
warm, humid evenings
spent playing one on one...
and losing.
I remembered
the chuckle from the front seat
as my friends and I carried on
with important affairs in the back.
I remembered
the stern speeches
on fiscal responsibility
just like they were yesterday.
(and they were.)
I remembered
the friendly offers,
the sage advice,
the private chuckles
and tasteless jokes.
While I sat so warm and safe
I remembered you.
You who have kept me
in your warmth and safety.
I remembered you.
You who have taught me
what it means to be a parent.


Anonymous said...

Nice, reads well. I enjoyed that.


skyewriter said...

Thanks for sharing, True Blue.
That was beautiful.

Sprite's Keeper said...

Wow, this is wonderful! So heartfelt too. Beautifully written and you're linked!

Twisted Cinderella said...

what a lovely and touching poem! A great spin.

Anonymous said...

That was very nice True Blue.

Sidhe said...

That was beautiful. Thanks.

Pseudo said...

This is beautiful.

Rachel said...

What a beautiful poem! You have a real talent!

Anonymous said...

VERY nice!

Stacy Hackenberg said...

I blush. Thanks for all the lovely compliments.

Laufa said...

Your a great poet!
Thanks for stopping by.

Shangrila said...

Your poem lets your readers peek into the obviously close and loving relationship that you had with your father. I'm sure that he treasured your tribute to him, and was very proud to have you for a daughter. Thanks for sharing! :)