Thursday, March 11, 2010

Get Your Poem On #117



When I was five,

my father told me
how people got drug
out to sea, if they went
too far out--
he smiles as he
crests a wave;
his own vessel
afloat in the Atlantic;
Italian Buddha.

Ever since, I have
to walk through a wall
of fear to get past
the breakers.

When I was twenty two,
I fell in love with someone
who never knew,
who had an aerobic instructor
dental hygenist girlfriend
perfecting his life.
We went to the Atlantic
many times;
My skin never touched water.

6 comments:

  1. "Walking through a wall of fear" is a great line and the last sentence is perfect.

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  2. I love this part:
    "We went to the Atlantic
    many times;
    My skin never touched water."
    Nicely done!
    Pamela

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  3. ah, yes. "perfecting his life"

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  4. True enough, it is difficult to crest over fears. Beautifully written poem. I like 'Itaian Buddha'- perfect image.

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  5. The imagery is superb and the final line is so strong. Wonderful!

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