Thursday, August 13, 2009

things in nutshells.....


my old man
sits
and drinks
because he is my old man
and he loved once
and again,
found it wasn't what he'd dreamed
so my old man
sits and dreams
of the dreams
he cant remember anymore

when he writes
he writes his empty
and dreams of it
being full again

when he paints
there is no colour these days
just a dry palette
a hairless brush
scratching across a life
of wasted time...
that's what he paints
my old man

he asks me if
I ever feel like I don't belong
I shake my head,
'you know I'm you old man
with my dream still shining
and my canvas is blue
and you put me there
in a poem you wrote me
my old man
when you loved me'


my old man is a cynic
he laughs a tear or two
from time to time
and he sits
and he drinks
'cause he likes it
and he doesn't see
that he's drinking me too
and all the time
we never had
in that bottle
he says he'll die soon
my old man


he thinks
he never achieved anything


what does that make me then?



11 comments:

Snowbrush said...

Funny how that desire to "achieve something" just grows stronger. My mother used to assure me that I would "never amount to anything." I never asked her what it would look like if I did.

Natalie said...

Woderful insights.

Kathryn Magendie said...

wow....

Lisa said...

......the exception

Cyndy said...

Michelle. That's what it makes you.
Beautiful.
Not perfect. Whatever that is.
Who would want to be?

At least he is honest.


love to you xoxoxoxoxo

Kerry said...

Funny how some peoples best achievments in life are right in front of their faaces, and they never see it.

You are your dads finest achievement.

Renee said...

Michelle that is incredible.

You are so talented in so many ways. Beautiful and haunting Michelle.

Love Renee xoxo

Strawberry Girl said...

You are a strong, good and beautiful woman!

Butler and Bagman said...

Incredible poem! I identified with all of it so much!

Unfortunately.

Sarah Lulu said...

You are so gifted ....

it was a good reminder for me too on what I could still be.

Linda S. Socha said...

GAL I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE.

You have a truth in beauty that is sometime so real it is hard to read. Thank you
Linda