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My Father's House, Revised 2/27/08

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Ornate Oracle Group: Centurion Posts: 4,592 Joined: 31-October 03 From: New Jersey Member No.: 39 Real Name: John Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Larry Carr	1st Revision: 2/27/08 MY FATHER'S HOUSE 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. MY FATHER'S HOUSE 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. ·············· Give thanks for your new friends of today, but never forget the warm hugs of your yesterdays. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner