Fathers Day

i am father

and my father was father before me

we are form

almost unified shape

tied by familial genetics,

i am here

my father gone

bond unbroken love unbound

memory and cohesion

i have many of his traits,

i am here

and he still is

of the dust of the wind

yet at my side

that rub of ache in the forehead

as his thoughts and mine collide,

i have voice

my children hear

i make it apparent

as i heard my father,

despite long hours of work

his words i could hold

and made me smile

a child growing taught what is right

molded by nurturing consideration,

i am love

to my children

as he to me

never too old to embrace

and accept eternal bond

now without him

i will carry on

and my sons

as fathers will

Ivan Hare 18/06/27-09/01/13

Richard Brautigan – Five Poems

Richard Brautigan

Denise Levertov – Living

Denise Levertov

on notable sea

tone dialing remedy

better than those gulls

filling the air with

pull of sea,

encroaching on ears

cochlea tremors

insistent and provocative,

life needed to be in boxes

without labels,

identifying was not the issue

it was separation,

the telephone a child

cradled under chin

suckling on words,

spectacles perched with vertigo

on top of a crooked nose,

lips always poised

to speak but that was of

no consequence as sound

could carry further than voice,

a scream long prolonged

that was what pain brought,

gulls worse than cicadas

blood curled into fingers

then returned leaving them white

and grasping

still nothing,

slit your veins and fill a boat

with a swilling legacy

of something that

should of been,

letting gulls fall

bathing feathers redder

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Vladimir Mayakovsky – Our March

Mayakovsky

Alexander Rodchenko – Mayakovsky With Scottie (1924 )

Alexander Rodchenko

charleston farmhouse door

henry’s nose pressed it open

that solid door

light spread on frescoes

and stencils a plaster canvas

to an artists heart,

inside heavy paws

trod carefully

hazel eyes saw much,

virginia talking to E.M

flashbulb pop

of camera indulgence,

smoke swirled in wisps,

that kissed many brows

and lips,

laying still on the cool

floor

henry knew

this place was special

as where those who walked

and would as ghosts

in time to come.