My mother founded it My sister and I were Dutifully enrolled Though I was many times Expelled And my brothers Refused to attend
We became scholars Of what we couldn’t understand We knew the eyes Blue as a sky filled with terrible birds We knew rage That had no origins And we knew the knockdown Bully-wit We knew a fearless warrior We knew a Romeo legend We knew surprises too We grew accustomed to enigmas
We knew an infinite silence That grew small trees In Japanese gardens That only spoke In the language of dogs
In my freshman years I learned not to ask questions On fishing trips
We knew very little about The Psychology Department At the Institute For The Advanced Study Of Father
Lately there have been some New developments New theories have developed Progress Science marches on
Mother is gone now There’s a new dean She seems to be a fine dean For the university
And what has long been suspected Has been recently proven The dogs knew it all along In every warrior A little boy is afraid In every warrior A little boy cries
The poem is very good . I like the way you led with good description to the perfect and true ending.
"A little boy is afraid
In every warrior
A little boy cries"
The strongest men have the biggest hearts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
painfully wonderful! what a beautiful work this is. The flow is nicely written, the words are fantastic in a meaningful nature, the emotion is brought out naturally without hesitation. you crafted it very well. Wonderful job!
This was gorgeously profound, a beautiful piece. Parents can be such a mystery, sometimes even to their significant other. I love how you made it a college, such a wonderfully well constructed metaphor!
Thought-provoking piece using such a brilliant and unique metaphor to describe how the family strived to learn of the father's doings, only to fail bitterly and watch as the "institute" falls apart and its creator abandoning it wholly in fear of what truly is able to be found about the father . . . I like how you work this, though. The mother is the founder and obviously knows much more than the children do about the state of their deteriorating marriage, and the children, students, are striving to learn as much as they can about the subject at hand. Well done.