Shawn L. Bird

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poem-jaundiced August 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:51 pm
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Your photo

sends me back thirty years.

In your place,

I see your old man:

his suspicious eye

pot belly

and bald head.

He was nearly eighty

and always angry.

You hardly look younger

with your belly and baldness,

and you’re wearing

his discontent

like an inherited suit.

It’s ageing you more

than your years are.

 

26 Responses to “poem-jaundiced”

  1. Melody J Haislip Says:

    That should be a wakeup call for Somebody! I like it.

  2. davidprosser Says:

    Oi Shawn, stop looking at me that way.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

  3. Michael Fink Says:

    Powerful piece, I can’t help but consider the impact my own father has had on me, and how often I wear his flaws as completely as my own, just as I wear both of our better qualities. Exceptionally written, as I’ve come to expect of your poetry, thank you for this.

    • You’re welcome Michael.

      I appreciate your comments.

      I do wonder how far back the traits go. When words come out of my mouth that came out of my mother’s mouth, could we have heard our great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother saying the same thing?

      • Michael Fink Says:

        And it takes so long before we recognize that they’ve taken hold. I went to visit my father a few weeks ago, and it was all too similar to hanging out with a close friend. Almost uncomfortable if only because I saw so much of myself in him, sort of like a fun house mirror, there are distortions, but never any doubt that you’re looking at some form of yourself in the reflection.

      • Ah. There’s a poem there.

  4. Hi, I like this poem–deceptively simple but says a lot. As a former English teacher, i can certainly relate to your comments about teaching — especially the idea of hiring someone else to mark papers! Thanks for following WordSisters.

  5. Like another commentator said, I always love how deceptively simple your poetry is. Lovely poem.

  6. howardat58 Says:

    I like a lot. Very pointed, but beware the mirror.

  7. Jen Says:

    Anger sure does age a person

  8. rajatnarula Says:

    Loved it. We are all headed there.

  9. nhk49 Says:

    Greetings Shawn, reading your poem, for me was descriptive. Meaning, speaking of someone you know. That is as far as I understood. After reading the comments that followers left, I wondered what did I miss? I thought more into it and said to myself, I would not want someone to describe me as becoming like my father or his father before him. My father doesn’t know who his father was. My father never showed me love although I got past that in time. He still is my father and I love him and told him so (he was not convincing with his reply) If it wasn’t for reading the comments, I would have thought of it as nice poem to email to my father. That wouldn’t go to well for him to read. It would open his past scars as it open mine. However, this is just to say that your poem can affect people in one way or another. Good memories of the old or the bad.

    • The meaning of any work is held by the reader. What it means to you might not be the same thing it means to me, or to another reader. That is the power of poetry. It connects to each person in a unique way.

  10. Nicely done. I love the image of the inherited suit — so many layers of meaning there.


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