Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poem 18 : Silence of My Father

Silence of My Father


Tip toe around the volcano,

That’s ice cold hot air frozen.

Still. So. Still.

A show of strength

Turns out

To be no show.

No. Show.

At all.

But the silent, invisible shimmer of heat coming off the asphalt on a Florida late summer.

---  Poem about my Father and the way he dealt with anger. Quiet. One sentence. Then silence.  I love and miss my father. 

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