Submitted by Eve Dobbins
Laying waste to our dreams
We shoot our fears while we wait scared
Scared watching Billy goats parading shakily down the mountain
The butterflies sweep the curve
Sauntering into the garden
And enjoying the sunlight
Streaming shakily in the corner of our eye.
Our eye registers the shaky
Non stream of reality
Like the black and white old photo
My mother kept in her drawer
Of the last known sighting of her father
Before he left New York City
And rolled the dice again in Long Island
With the pipe shirking out of the corner of his mouth and a
Sardonic arm posing in front of the camera as if to tell
Catch me if you can
And it never did.
Photo credit: Employment Agency- Isaac Soyer
There are some wonderful lines in this poem, such as the pipe ‘shirking out of the corner of his mouth’. I like the build up to the end with the ‘catch me if you can’ line. Good rhythm and flow.
Agreed–we loved this piece!
Amazing. Thank you.
I really enjoyed this piece, wonderfully written. It seemed to pull me along, taking me back in time through the eyes of another.
Eve did a terrific job!
Indeed, she did. It’s always a pleasure to read poetry done well.
Thank you everyone for your comments! You certainly gave me a nice lift at the end of the day! Thank you “my word” for specifically targeting the lines.
Reblogged this on The Biblioanthropologist.
Beautifully done. Posting the link on “The Poet by Day” Facebook page. Bravo!
We loved this piece–thanks for sharing it, Jamie!
Lovely build up to the end
This excellent poem grabbed me at the very first line and held me until the last line. Even then I hated to let it go!