A YEAR TO THE DAY

A YEAR TO THE DAY

A Poem by kublakhan27
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03 26 13

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The fate of an appointment
ridiculed and resented
may curl up like a somersault
in my conscience
on the day I enter the prescription
scented cradle of your exit
a year before

My Hippocrene vigil of two weeks
halted on day fifteen by my mother
insistent on a sleep in my own sheets

You were halted by the cancer
on night fifteen

Did you know somehow
behind the long-glazed-over eyes
I was sent home?

You who so openly expressed
your concern for the frailty
of my emotions
on so many days of living
when we all took our senses for granted

The fate of an appointment
with a whirr-lunged machine
introducing itself through an emissary
with a shot of dye
for my vein
to illuminate the eggshell
castle of my brain

A shot of dye
on a year to the day

The fate of an appointment
hated on sight
may paint the conscience
of your expiration
with a kind of consolation

The consolation like a silver medal
in the sour valley of an athlete's defeated chest?

I was borne into the world
of a goaltender
I would come to populate
the same world
and go on to caretake it
one year ago to the day

That kind of consolation?
Or the kind of consolation that hugs
a casualty of a living lost?

We never did train ourselves
adequately in the anti-wrestle of embrace

You were that kind of father
I was that kind of son
It was that kind of love

It fed a kind of context
to the frayed moisture-abandoned
fingertips I took into my own
when my mother saw me back
and left the room to me
for a moment with the final
proof of your presence

That was when I found a whim
in your frozen look

We never really close our eyes
do we

Sight fuels awareness
and darkness siphons all it can
leaving speculation
to hang in our doorless halls of perception

And in the dark bides sleep
the tenacious bio-colonist
courting open eyes
like crown jewels on display
making off with sight
as we grapple with its army of dreams
and their propaganda logic

And sight
emerges from the night field
wary and mistrustful
of the body

But as the masses of the past
were not to question the divine
we are not to question
the biological

We rally for our sight
and are moral victors in the end
on our deathbeds
with our open eyes
marbleized

Only for
an emissary's meddling fingers
to shut them down
leaving us in the dark
colonized
once and for all

I rested my left temple
on your silent chest
and superimposed my adulthood
into tales non-retainable in infancy
when my cranially-modest head
slumbered in your arms
as my grandparents' rocking chair
swayed us through the hockey game

© 2013 kublakhan27


Author's Note

kublakhan27


Hippocrene: mythical Greek fountain held sacred by the Muses.

It is said that shepherds who drink of Hippocrene often find themselves babbling verse, abandon their flocks to the wolves, and wander off, talking to themselves in rhyme and hoping that someone will overhear.
-Encyclopedia of Greek Mythology

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You were there for two weeks with him and then sent home to sleep. You missed his passing, Steve! Then there was some sort of appointment that you hated to keep. You had to, though. This is tied to the date of your dad's going. I hear the hockey game playing in the background through all of this. Sad, sad. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Yes, I did miss it, but when I expressed my sadness over that, Mom and a couple of his friends seeme.. read more
Angi

11 Years Ago

Sounds to me like your dad knew that this would be the best way to go. Of course he had you in mind.. read more
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Yes, I have a younger brother as well though he's somewhat of a problem child...by all accounts, I w.. read more



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You were there for two weeks with him and then sent home to sleep. You missed his passing, Steve! Then there was some sort of appointment that you hated to keep. You had to, though. This is tied to the date of your dad's going. I hear the hockey game playing in the background through all of this. Sad, sad. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Yes, I did miss it, but when I expressed my sadness over that, Mom and a couple of his friends seeme.. read more
Angi

11 Years Ago

Sounds to me like your dad knew that this would be the best way to go. Of course he had you in mind.. read more
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Yes, I have a younger brother as well though he's somewhat of a problem child...by all accounts, I w.. read more
This was amazing...tragically beautiful, honest, amazing depth. Your words never cease to amaze me, and your ability to be such a chameleon in terms of style is truly a gift. I have so much to say, but the words are escaping me right now...this was the best piece I've read in a while will have to suffice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you Sarah, so much...perhaps your words and my words have eloped, as I am speechless in return.. read more
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

11 Years Ago

:) Perhaps they have, my friend...
I know it's taken me a while to get to this and for that I apologize. Nuf said about that.

I'm a bit speechless here. This is truly amazing. Stunning, in fact. This review may be brief, mainly because I am still so profoundly blown away by the write, but please know, I understand this to my very core.

Superior, as usual.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

It's quite alright my friend...I know there's much more to life than WC, unless you're me :P I guess.. read more
Touching and solemn, I think that your emotions are explored in a seeming excess. What I mean is that for some people who have never experienced this type of exit and how it affects those left behind, they might think you overdid it. I am not one of those people. There are so many feelings and scenes that we see and are reminded of constantly, that we struggle sometimes to ignore enough to remain in the present, but also, we sometimes give into those thoughts and memories, finding deep contemplation. I love how you compare the past with the future in these lines, "But as the masses of the past
were not to question the divine
we are not to question
the biological"

Great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you my friend...I really wanted to try and relay the reality of this situation to those who ma.. read more
A deep, dark rendition on the finality of death of a loved one viewed first-hand from one's eyes and all the questions and pain that go with it. I am moved by this poem which has several brilliant lines and I cannot choose some.

I like that your writing is supported by great background material that helps the reader to relate to the work better.

It was a very interesting read. Thanks.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much^^
i share your feeling

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you for understanding^^
Holy jaysus, the emotion in this is raw!! Its a very painful read and Im sure it was a hard write. You have written this amazingly and the emotion is very very raw!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

It was not an easy write, that's for sure, but I did feel a bit better after it was finished...of co.. read more
s y e

11 Years Ago

No problem :-)
I'm not to sure what this is about but it was interesting

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Well, it's about my Dad being dead for a year, and having a doctor's appointment at the same hospita.. read more
Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you. I'm a big dumb jarhead ya know. Sometimes I'm a little slow.
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

No worries, I was probably impolite...I'm glad you liked it :)
This brings tears to my eyes....it hurts my heart to read this...
You have touched me with this write, and left me speechless...~xo~
Such a beautiful Tribute, my friend...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robbie~xoxo~

11 Years Ago

Thank you for sharing your heart...~xo~
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

xo :)
Robbie~xoxo~

11 Years Ago

(((you))) :)
I (nearly) know exactly how you feel, mate. It never leaves you. The irrevocable loneliness of mourning stays no mattter who or what surrounds and supports you. I hope writing this piece helped some - it sure helped me a little. Thanks Steve? P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

It's true my friend...even when they ask you to stay happy and not mourn, it's impossible to not cle.. read more

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Nova Scotia, Canada



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