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09-30-2009 at 03:36:53 PM

What do you know? Share it with me.

I See, Saw, Seen my Father;

I see my father,
Dapper as he is;
Severance, as a decedent man can be,
You could never tell from his quiet reconcile.

I saw my father,
For a minim of a second
Right arm swinging;
Step, step, step.
He didn’t say a word
Or talk, in the conventional way
But I felted blessed
He came all this way
To dedicate me a very special birthday

I’ve seen my father,
That moment got nearer
Each step gets clearer
That moment, gets nearer
My understanding is percipient
His, existence, brought tears
A parabolic reflector
Look, quick, look faster
Look, look into the mirror


By William Loggins

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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