Winning

Volleyball,bump set spike

Lost people,
We lose a lot of us in life.
Prayed holding girl teens hands
in a locker stuffed room,
Shower humid emotion,
They learned together, after winning
One of the girl's mothers had just taken her own life,
The room ,us, we felt the loss after a win.

Author's Note

My father never told me not to do much of anything I wanted to, except join the army, He didn't say no,He said "There is a lot of waste of life in war" That is what I felt ,as his thoughts held my shoulders square,tears,steam,and a room tight with emotion ,the girls,my daughters too,a team of hearts in prayer,my fathers' essence ,close,I could almost smell,wool wet,a Pendleton shirt,oil from his sweat band,Stetson,Vitalis dusty oil,through me he was there.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I think you have provided a brief snapshot that is really sad....provoking more questions.. I always appreciate writings which make us question mortality...reminds me also of a similar incident....I was undertaking a course in Northen England in 2004 and we all went to see a band....of all the people I met that night...one hyper-active youth stood out... and I was then informed that his mother had commited suicide a week earlier, i was then told about another local family who had lost 3 children in service through wars, resulting in both parent's admission to psychiatic hosptials... all this tragic information shaped the mood of my evening and stayed with me for a long time afterwards....fatal stories as these... you don'f forget

[Tate Morgan]

Funny i told my son the same thing about the army we seem to share similar opinions on humanity and its direction

[lee von cleef]

My father could talk,but he expected you to listen,we would drive 90 to 100 mile round trip together in the summers, "a young....." I slept my head on the truck window in the morning,I 'd wake up, him driving through the stable gate. On the way home we would have a New Mexico sunset off on the right,a lot to look at, and we did,not much talking,Just a lot of watching, seeing who saw what.Like a thunder head cloud, shaped like a steer, rain, rain falling straight down,straight down over there,splashing off the mesa,splashing up,it seemed,
Just like that steer was peeing on a flat rock.We might talk about that.

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Wow deep & emotional.

[Tree]

Had to read this a couple of times but I felt this, you etched a moving scene with only a few strokes, but it was vivid. Sad. A nice piece.

[lee von cleef]

Thank you,I moved my post up because the poem would not stop.