Father

Father

A Poem by Your Tasty Field Advisor

I close my eyes

The day has ended
Time to move on
Time to fall into that familiar world
That world within and through that door
That door within all of our minds…
 
In a field of grass where every soft gust of wind is heard like a whisper in the ear
I’m clad in clothes I wore years before I knew the real truth of the world
The sky is rolling with the waves of distant clouds that make the world infinite
The ground below me is soft and wet with the new morning dew
As the sun out on the horizon rises with ease and luxury
 
In front of me, my father holds out his hand to go across the meadow
He looks his usual, goatee, long brown hair, hazel eyes and a soft yet hard voice
He wants me to come with him so he can show me the other side of that meadow
That meadow, so far away, so vast that the grass was exposed to the glorious sun
And so like any faithful son would do, I took his hand and followed
 
I walked with him by my side for what seemed to be four blurry years
Ups and downs all with such strongly inflicting memories that come to me so well
And, yet, I walk still with him the sun light slowly fading without notice
Then I looked at my father to see if he could help me he was no where to be seen
Where had he gone
 
I was alone on a desolate plane with no grass to spurt up and tell me everything is ok
The sun that was so bright upon my back had faded away with the soft wind
The ground below my feet were infested with dry dirt
The dirt was covered with black bugs that seem to be eating away at my flesh
They are to take me away from everything I knew like my father and I will vanish
 
… As I bolt up-right in my bed
I remember that my father
That kind faced man
Had really vanished from my life
Replaced by the stinging memories
Memories that I wish to escape for all time
Replaced by that demon woman wife
That wife he gave me up to be with
That wife that had ate away my heart.

© 2008 Your Tasty Field Advisor


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Dear one, you have written what you feel, what you miss, what you desire and what hurts you so very well. Listen below to Shadow Wolf. He is wise and he is right. You have done a good job with this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow. I really enjoyed this poem because it felt sincere. Sincere with not lies but truth of thoughts and feelings within it. You have great talent.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Well written! Do not allow the anger you feel to rule your life. I say that from experience. Resolve the issue by hearing from his own mouth the whys if that is possible but do not rely on anyone else's explainition.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I really liked the way that you trasform your feelings into a vivid image that feels like a dream. The wedge between father and son that leaves a trail of resentment can only be broken by reaching out to him. The imagery is really clear and I felt the distance as the poem progressed. Great writing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


There is much sadness in this poem. The world must seem like hell and life in it is nightmare for those who experience the same. But, Love always finds a way to heal bleeding hearts, my friend. Thank you for sharing, it made me realise how fortunate I've been in my life. I wish you the best in yours.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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dad, if you read this, you should know the facts before you start assuming that all the dark poems are about you. just saying that you arent always my muse to write thoes dark poems about. so, dont .. more..

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