dimensions

A Poem by charlie

some homonyms and six count,

“sound judgement”, he would say

with the certainty of

a river to the sea;

clamp his mouth just as soon

as the bream lept from there

(for a pomegranate,

or thin wedge of paw-paw).

“since you brought it up, pop...”

though it wasn’t much use

to press the matter more:

one had still got away,

with a three-eighths spanner

fixed firm on his wet ear.

that’s when nonna dove in:

“what are you doing, Frank!”

but he just shrugged her off:

“i'm - i’m tweaking the sound” ...

© 2018 charlie

Author's Note

Started out with an idea; after reading some prose poems by Russell Edson I thought to myself: "I wonder if I can do that?.." This was a number of years ago, and this poem started with that intention, but wound up being a relatively straight piece about the onset of grandfather's dementia.

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Gee

Morning Charlie, nowt that you write is straightforward, well not to me anyway. As with most poets that I have a read of on here I always flick back to their first posts to see how they have evolved, most of the time finding they have become more and more difficult to fathom as they are, it seems anyway, trying to impress their peers. Yours however are near impossible for me to decipher from day one, you consistently sail over my thick skull :)) Doesn't stop me reading though but invariably means I have nowt to say, which is most unusual for me.

Posted 6 Years Ago

6 Years Ago

Well, gee... Lol. Thanks for your time: I appreciate that.

jacob erin-cilberto

much like my father here...the hearing aid he would play with ...tinker with...and over and over...say "damn battery's no good" and yet it was always a new battery...he had just forgotten how to put them in correctly...not only losing his hearing, but his sense of things...of the How To's...he used to be so good at.
j.