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Friday, April 22, 2011

DAY 22-PA PROMPT - ONE OF A KIND - POEM 1. - PAPA'S POSTMAN

Up the stairs
He would spryly come
Mail in hand
Smile on face
Stop! To him, shouted Papa
Let  ME read MY  mail

But he'd tell
Before you could see
What written
There for you
Electric bill or bright post-card
From missing Unk Lou

It was fun
It was very sweet
Comical
Giggle mire
Until the day he brought tears
Unsealed gaping wire

He folded
onto red brick step
head in hands
first to see 
Death's announced delivery 
no one wished to be




 ( mhmmmm not sure a shadorma can join a quartet,,,)  

6 comments:

  1. Pearl, I like how you open this with the lighthearted wonder of receiving mail from unexpected areas, and end with the sadness of news we don't want to hear. It is very nice to meet you. I am also a New Yorker, but now an ex-pat living in Mexico.

    Pamela

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  2. In the second one

    "Before you could see
    What written"

    would feel more comfortable to read if it said 'words written', and the last line 'no one wished to hear'?

    I think it would be worth thinking about it a little more, for the ideas are poignant.

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  3. Papa's postman sounds like those in the Scottish highlands, who know everyone's business before they know it themselves. So tragic, the end of your poem.

    Thank you for visiting my blog.

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  4. Thank you Pamela ex-pat.... I am a current New Yorker in a USVI former ex-pat's sensibility.... Lovely to meet .... Looking forward to continued exchange

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  5. Thanks Jinksy for taking the time.. Think I tossed this one off with perhaps too much attention to the syllables....straight from head ( or wherever these things come from!) to post.. Most I think could always do with a bit more thinking.... Thsnk you again....

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  6. Thanks for stopping by Viv... and leaving that glimpse of the Scottish highlands

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