Torch Lake - No More Troubles
I swear the seagull’s cry
Mimics the tantrum
Of a waddling toddler in diapers
Who’s stepped on a thorn on shore
I listen from a distance
Not my trouble
How many perfect sticks have I thrown to Torch Lake
That have escaped the interest of my dog?
Maybe those temptations will reunite
Far away near the Yacht Club
Gathered and tied together
To make their own salvation raft
Ignore ignore these problems
I fit into the blue wavy famous
Lake Gogebic back float
Of my boyhood father
My head at rest a nest of drowned feathers
Van Gogh’s Earth inflating my lungs
Toes like nipples to the mouth of the hot sun
Ears cuffed by the loping waves
A glint
I must look like to others
Who wonder and worry with binoculars
How I am alive out here yet swallowed
By him.
Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr. | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment