Father, Hello
For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge
Father, hello.
But I was remiss to understand--
for decades after your surmise--
A gay son?
What kind of man are you?
I will never meet you again,
the sun, it spits.
Turn this poem around for me--
all I know
is a fan above me whirring.
About the Creator
Paul Aaron Domenick
“I am mine. Before I am ever anyone else’s.” --Nayyirah Waheed
“Publication is the auction of the mind of man.” --Emily Dickinson
“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” --Franz Kafka
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Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqat4 days ago in Poets
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Wow. I'm impressed at how much emotion you fitted into this. Tremendous entry. Thank you for taking part in the fun!
Everyone should have the acceptance of his/her parents, no matter what.