1st Revision: 2/27/08
A nullified, nurturing haven
once sheltered by Mom's embrace,
darkness now veils my horizon
on my return to William Place.
A holiday homecoming summons me
but warm memories lay asleep,
an emptiness pervades this house;
death's halo: the reason I weep.
A marvel to siblings and friends,
I, the one who had first escaped
to chase heady, tempting dreams
passionate fantasies had shaped.
Life's lessons; often combustible,
expounded in blaring decibels;
my father's combative resonance
elicited dissonance that still dwells.
Dinnertime jolting verbal jousts,
a bare-knuckled croquet match,
we knocked heads instead of balls,
memories I still can't dispatch.
I'd escape to a quiet beach
to ponder cluttered emotions
as echoes of pounding waves
dispersed withering notions.
Sheer gravity couldn't move me
to see his hardened positions,
even wind-blown sand dunes
offered disconcerting apparitions.
Today's local weather report
is gloomy, solemn, and gray,
I'm bereft, lost in a malaise;
Dad has suddenly passed away.
I've my share of dulcet memories
to drown these solemn stings,
I am the last coyote, hungering,
for the love his legacy brings.
The darkest evening of the year...
my trip home to William Place,
no longer a safe, nurturing haven
sheltered by Mom's embrace.
A family Christmas summons me
but warm memories fast asleep,
an emptiness pervades this house;
death's halo is why I sadly weep.
A legend to siblings and friends,
I was one who had first escaped
to chase heady, tempting dreams
passionate fantasies had shaped.
Life's lessons always combustible,
expounded in squalling decibels;
my father's combative resonance
elicited a cacophony that still dwells.
Dinnertime verbal jolting jousts,
a bare-knuckled croquet match,
we knocked heads instead of balls,
memories I still can't dispatch.
I'd escape to a quiet beach
to ponder cluttered emotions
as echoes of pounding waves
dispersed withering notions.
Sheer gravity couldn't move me
to see his hardened positions,
even wind-blown sand dunes
offered disconcerting apparitions.
Today's local weather report
is gloomy, solemn, and gray,
I'm bereft, lost in a malaise;
Dad has sadly passed away.
I've my share of dulcet memories
to drown these solemn stings,
I am the last coyote, hungering,
for the love his legacy brings.
Hi John,
I was just playing around with your first two stanzas just to see if the impact of the trip back home could be shared by a switch of some lines for a different impact. By all means, let me know if you favor this style of mine and know I'll be back as soon as I can be again.
The darkest evening of the year…
my trip home to William Place,
no longer a safe, nurturing haven
sheltered by Mom’s embrace.
In your opening, you tell the reader in the first line that the MC is facing some kind of dread - the punch. I would like to see that be the last line of the stanza so the narrator is introduced first, where he's going and then his inner thought at the close of S1. Perhaps something like:
A nullified, nurturing haven
once sheltered by Mom’s embrace,
on the darkest evening of the year…
a trip back home to William Place.
A family Christmas summons me
but warm memories fast asleep,
an emptiness pervades this house;
death’s halo is why I sadly weep.
In S2, now we find out it's Christmastime, and the memories aren't joyous, I find a redundancy in sad and weep. Perhaps something like:
A family Christmas summons me
but warm memories lay asleep,
an emptiness pervades this house;
death’s halo: the reason I weep.
I'll be back soon!
~Cleo
Lori,
I like your suggestions; especially about stanza one. I guess I hit the reader in the head with some dread in the first line....so your revision is a little more palatable.
Thanks,
JLY
Hi John,
I'm back again with just a few more ideas for you to ponder as you choose for the stanzas noted below. It's a shocking progression and ultimate conclusion - well done!
Cheers,
~Cleo
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A legend to siblings and friends, (maybe marvel or celeb?)
I[,] was [the] one who had first escaped
to chase heady, tempting dreams
passionate fantasies had shaped.
Life’s lessons[;] always [their] combustible,
expounded in squalling [screeched] decibels;
my father’s combative resonance
elicited a cacophony that still dwells. Suggest a change to something like: elicits disharmony that still dwells.
Sheer gravity couldn’t move me
to see his hardened positions,
even wind-blown sand dunes
offered disconcerting apparitions.
LOVE THIS STANZA!!!
I’ve my share of dulcet memories
to drown these solemn stings,
I am the last coyote, hungering,
for the love his legacy brings.
Excellent transition and ending John!
Lori,
Thanks for taking the time to help me fine tune this storyline. Your edits and thoughtful additions are most helpful.
JLY
Hi John,
The title drew me right in. It has a sense drama in the tone, and seemed to me, to stir my imagination. "My Father's House' has some many levels of emotion that the narrator could work off of... I read Lori's suggestion, especially for S1. Wonderful edge to add punch to the opening to help lure the reader onward.
I have some other thoughts to smooth down the lines a bit, otherwise I felt the tug between emotions and the draw of life unfolding..
Please use what helps and discard the rest...
Big Hugs, Liz
Liz,
Thank you for all of the effort your have put forth. I particularly like you suggestion of substituting sadly for suddenly.
You are right in pointing out "A Christmas" should be changed to "Our Christmas"....it personalizes this poem that much more.
I am anxious to ponder all of your suggestions and their content will be utilized in the next revision.
JLY
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