Kp Nunez Poet Free verse

Papa

You never said the words yet I heard them
all the time in your eyes as they crinkled
in laughter when you lifted me on your shoulders,
as I ran to you when you came with the dusk,
with the gold in sunset and silver at moonrise.

You never asked me not to cry, yet I saw
the dark chocolate in your eyes turn sour 
at the salty waters running down my cheeks.
You went on a plane and I wished to have wings,
to travel free over your desert flyways for a while.

I never dreamed your dream, and had I known,
O, had I known, I never would have said yes.
Then, you never would have had to go away;
I wouldn’t have had to meet you, now inside a box.
My glass too shattered, I damn the river in my eyes.


Devices :Alliteration, Allusion, Assonance, imagery, metaphor,  mood


For Cyndi MacMillan's FIVE PROOF:  FREE VERSE THAT SHOWS IT AIN'T NO PROSE
21 January 2015

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Kai Michael Neumann June 17, 2016 at 3:23 AM This remind me and resonates. Sad poem and good poem. I love 'I damn the river in my eyes' and dark chocolate in your eyes run sour.

Funom Makama May 16, 2016 at 10:22 AM Salute to your pen and a well done to the mind out of which this sea of wisdom emanated. A definite 7

Njeri Hunjeri February 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM Very deep and emotional write. It reaches the reader and even makes one look back at their own moments, almost close to yours.

Michael Ellis January 28, 2016 at 6:24 PM Amazing from the first word to the last...This poem is fluid and solid at the same time...And oh what an ending

Duke Beaufort January 28, 2016 at 8:37 AM Kim, your sweetness and consideration made it impossible for you to say no. It was who you were at the time. That is not a bad thing. Some of us have a great deal of respect for the opinions and wishes of others, and when we have not been able to look into our own hearts or have looked there and not seen what is faintly there, we may defer to another's wish. Eventually, we get to make the choices that were deferred. And so it goes. So, you know not to impose your will through experience.

Connie Marcum Wong January 28, 2016 at 3:52 AM Kim, your poem reveals such regrets of the heart and is very poignant. I hope this does wonderfully in the contest. I thought it was excellent. #7

Lindsay Laurie January 26, 2016 at 5:34 PM Hello Kim ... I'm pretty sure that your Papa would have been very proud of you as a writer Kim - good luck - Lindsay Lindsay Laurie January 26, 2016 at 5:36 PM Sorry Kim - computer gliche - Lindsay

Lindsay Laurie January 26, 2016 at 5:19 PM Hello Kim ... I'm pretty sure that your Papa would have been very proud of you as a writer Kim - good luck - Lindsay

Viv Wigley January 26, 2016 at 6:47 AM dam and damn, excellent piece, Kim. Viv x

Michael Ellis January 26, 2016 at 1:33 AM Touching and Nostalgic and well but mostly moving to higher emotions

Poet Destroyer A January 26, 2016 at 12:01 AM an astonishing entry, the best of luck in the contest Kim:) LOVE LINDA

Ralph Sergi January 25, 2016 at 12:31 PM Hi Patrice: A very moving and emotional poem. I could feel your sorrow.

Richard Lamoureux January 25, 2016 at 9:10 AM A tremendous piece steeped in emotion.

Daniel Turner January 24, 2016 at 5:30 AM Very emotional write. Loss and grief are to say the least burdensome. Lost mine over 25 years ago and there's not a day goes by I don't think of him at least once.

Robert Lindley January 23, 2016 at 7:00 PM I lost my father when I was fifteen years old. He was the entire universe to me and it destroyed me for almost 20 more years. I was thirty-four and had my daughter and then started to live again. Great poem a fav for me and thanks...

Anne-Lise Andresen January 23, 2016 at 3:00 PM - Enjoyed your poem, Kim - Have a great weekend! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Naddy Zahari January 23, 2016 at 8:40 AM I am very close to my dad so this really hit home. Thank you!

Andrea Dietrich January 22, 2016 at 9:19 PM Kim you had asked me about finding anything to improve. I love this but now that I have time, I was able to find something. Soupmail!! Kp Nunez January 22, 2016 at 9:41 PM Thanks, Andie. I wasn't comfortable with that line too. Thank you for calling my attention to it. I really appreciate that you took the time to send a soupmail. hugs!

Eric Boddie January 22, 2016 at 10:04 AM having no relationship with the one who fathered me....has led me toward this destiny....Where I Love God And All Of His Creations....He Consoled me Through all the pain of constant anticipation....very compelling kim....;)

Nette Onclaud January 22, 2016 at 9:39 AM ohh, poignant mood pierciing my senses, kim... this gives me goosebumps with your keen poetic devices!.. huggs

White Sage January 21, 2016 at 7:16 PM How sad...well written poem for a wonderful Dad...

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2016 at 4:02 PM wow, this is very good. It's sad and leads me to wonder what caused his demise. It sounds like an accident or something that happened at the end. Loved the line on the chocolate eyes!

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2016 at 4:00 PM Kim, I hope you see the Big Short. I think you would really like it. Now let me see this poem!

Paul Callus January 21, 2016 at 3:30 PM I love how you tackled this lovely and touching poem to your father, Kim. You do not just write poems...you write poetry:) Hugs // paul

Wilfred Aniagyei January 21, 2016 at 5:57 AM Soul searching and stimulating! A def 7 here, Kim!

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