Juliet Ligon Poet Verse

Father

Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.

Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing me life.
Cocooned caterpillar
learns to fly, but
returns.

Father,
I met a man
with hands as strong as yours:
certificate signed, clothes unpacked.
Eyes computer immersed,
his back is turned
from me.

Father,
my name has changed,
though I wanted yours back.
Recessively, your name resides
in genuine smiles though
woes, faithfulness,
and hope.

Father,
your name remains,
untampered by distance,
though fading with stone's weathering.
My son lays down lilacs
and I lay down
my tears.

6-6-2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor: William Kekaula

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JC Brul June 11, 2021 at 4:01 PM This is so heart-warming and so touching dear Juliet! A fav!! Juliet Ligon June 12, 2021 at 2:21 PM Thanks so much, JCB.

Gershon Wolf June 10, 2021 at 8:04 PM Ooh, this is so haunting, Juliet... It's a heart-tugger and a heart-shatterer... as the generations repeat the same life story. Excellent poesy! Bravo, Gershon Juliet Ligon June 12, 2021 at 2:20 PM Thanks, Gershon.

Quoth Theraven June 8, 2021 at 7:11 AM Juliet, Fine musings of life's meaning and family patriarch in a poem called 'Father'. May the magnets always hold. -Richard Juliet Ligon June 10, 2021 at 8:49 AM Thanks, Richard. Our fathers shape us in ways that we might not realize until after they're gone.

Gershon Wolf June 7, 2021 at 3:49 PM These fathers are cooly efficient in death, as in life. A vanishing species, though. ~ gw Juliet Ligon June 10, 2021 at 8:46 AM This one's a bit dramatic and exaggerated, but my father was a good man. I never thought his absence to be strange because I was little. Though one time I do remember being upset, just wanting undivided attention, but not knowing how to ask for it. My dad retired early so he was around much more as I grew up.

Ann Foster June 7, 2021 at 9:02 AM This one made me so sad... Such a powerful emotional ride... Ann Juliet Ligon June 8, 2021 at 7:27 PM Thanks, Ann. This one was inspired by life. My dad traveled for work when I was young. Now I see why I would choose someone disengaged and learn to be (somewhat) content with it. One thing I learned is the importance of commitment.