Father Land

Father Land

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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A ghost of guilt holds my hand.

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It’s that autumn time of year,
when things curl into themselves,
when clouds open eyes to tear,
and pictures stare from the shelves.

You are yet a dream to be,
undisclosed within the dust.
As they left you, you left me, *
in a ball of flames combust.

The season fell; the snow fell.
My heart fell into the wood.
My tears fell into the well
of the last of my girlhood.

Seasons come and seasons go.
A ghost of guilt holds my hand.
The rain falls on Father Joe
who sleeps deep in Father Land.




*  When my father was a young boy, his mother and father died within three months of one another, leaving him to be raised by an older brother.

© 2019 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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Linda Marie Van Tassell



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I love the way your poem suggests how some ancient family tragedy can filter down thru the ages, somewhat tainting the way everything else unfolds later on. I love how your expressions of heartbreak are fresh & simple & repetitive, reflecting the mood of the memory referred to. I always wondered what it would be like to NOT have such a family history that's weighting down the bloodline!?!? *sigh!* fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


And the sheen of his prodigy glows so strongly from your inkwell... the blood of his heart gently coursing her hands pen strokes to resonate in his living treasure his daughter of whom gives his life a stride to furtherance in adorations compositions voice dear Linda

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

O! Such sweet words you whisper into my ear.
dear Linda Marie... you have so eloquently penned
a poem that touches me deeply. Your Father was a self-made man
who had a lot to balance before embarking on a family life.
I am certain that his older brother did the best he could.
Lovely to share this in poetry as it helps you also to adjust
when you know that we feel your mourning and will support you
by being here for you. truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Pat. 😊.
Patricia Wedel

5 Years Ago

You are welcome Linda Marie.
Such poignant and palpable grief delicately woven into your words. Well written.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Fabian. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I am happy you are here.
Fabian G. Franklin

5 Years Ago

Thank you. Yes, parenthood comes with many distractions but they are distractions worth taking time .. read more
At first, I thought it would be disrespectful to write about this objectively. But it is one of your better pieces of writing and felt it should be said.

Posted 5 Years Ago


drew garner

5 Years Ago

no, no, I was saying it would be disrespectful of me to write about the poem because it was so perso.. read more
Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

I'm sorry that I misread the intent. :-) Thank you for the clarification.
drew garner

5 Years Ago

Your welcome
Ohhh my, this gave me goosebumps. The picture, the thought and emotion, the attachment that never breaks. Great title and that last stanza stings a bit but is perfectly presented. Loved it!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

Thank you. This my small way of keeping him alive.
I looked first at the photo and thought, "He's a pretty good artist. I'll bet his proud parents urged him to sit for that." Having become serious about art when I was 13, I felt a kinship. Oh, but there's so much more to it than I got from seeing a photo. After reading your sensitive words, my heart now aches for the life run short and for those left behind.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

I always love it when you visit, Samuel. I look at his photo, the paintings, the eagle and cars on .. read more
Samuel Dickens

5 Years Ago

I failed to mention the cars, but did see them. Your father in that setting appears so familiar and .. read more
I have a photo like this that has sat on my nightstand for many years. Hurts my heart to look at yours and connect it with your words because I understand what it means.

My biological father has kept his distance from me most of my life, but I did have a step-father briefly who brought a father’s love into my life before he died suddenly and very young. When I surpassed him in age it was a wrenching moment and it took me a few years to come to terms with that. When his biological son surpassed him in age, that was even harder. I’m not sure why.

The things that we experience when we are young seem to have a way of carrying with us. Especially when we had so little power or understanding at the time of their occurring. It becomes part of everything and everything seems to become an exercise in working it out.

This poem is so poignant. You’ve managed to condense such feeling and context into a short space and make it possible to both relate and understand the powerful impact of loss.

A brave and touching poem..

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Eilis. I have multiple works in progress, but they were all pushed to the side yesterday.. read more
I have never known such loss; would never wish to as melancholy and the celebration of a loved one make for difficult bedfellows. In the end though, at least, I believe it so, that despite, as Christine observes, life is a fragile thing, the human spirit wins out.

Like I said, I have never know such loss, but I can feel it in these lines.

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

You are lucky, Becky. For some people, all they have known is loss. My heart broke yesterday seein.. read more
These lines are filled with melancholy. Such a sadness that your Father should lose his parents so young in life, and then you in turn lose your Father at an early age also. So much emotion contained in your words. The image you have posted makes the read even more poignant. Such a young, handsome face staring out at us with the pictures of the cats. Really hits home hard just how fragile life can be. Love your classical style Linda Marie. Great flow and rhyme.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Chris. Every word that you say is true. The rainy weather this morning pulled this poem.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Not a fan of autumn. Love the colour but hate the melancholy. Have experienced that since schooldays.. read more

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Added on October 27, 2019
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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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