The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #234
revenant, fluctuation, justice, drop, pilot, sigh,
shaft, claim, bustling, engage, dismiss, roar
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #42
trying, shoes, logic, fumbling, stands, anger,
trembling, memory, father, knot, tight, untie
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #286
Dreams and Memory
There are some who claim when one dreams
of their father, they are really dreaming
of a fluctuating revenant of God, trying perhaps,
to engage a fumbling awareness too easily dismissed.
Logic says that memory doesn’t always stand
in truth or justice. That it might even tremble
in a shaft of chosen forgetfulness, releasing only
a sigh of what is hoped to have been.
My Dad was my emotional pilot through childhood.
Never bustling, always moving with caution,
while dropping his quiet wisdom without a need
for roaring anger. I remember following him,
placing my shoes in prints he left in moist soil of North
Wisconsin woods, while seeking a trout stream we didn’t
always find. His memory remains a tightly woven inner knot,
a precious reality I have no desire, or need, to untie.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/17/16
Notes: I believe there are certain words that carry so much association with them, that they carry us along no matter the circumstances. One of those, for me, is the word father. Try as I might, this poem simply wouldn’t go in any other direction. Thanks Dad. I did use all of the words.
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