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To Sing With My Father Again

I heard a song yesterday
so familiar to me
took me home to a place way back when,
the melody was strong
and I just sang along;
it took me back to my father again.

I remembered we'd sing
as we rode in the car
sometimes we would sing it again;
we made the choices
as we blended our voices;
I'd like to sing with my father again.

As we'd sing with each other
we'd harmonize, too
we'd end one and the next would begin;
I was but a boy
filled with such joy;
wish I could sing with my father again.

We'd sing accapella
sometimes trading parts
as everyone else would listen;
it was back in the day
we'd sing all the way;
be good to sing with my father again.

When I heard that song yesterday
I listened real close
and you won't believe what did happen;
I heard it so clear
my dad's voice in my ear;
and I was singing with my father again!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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12 years 10 months ago

It's real

The way I see it, real poetry doesn't come from putting some rhymes and stanzas together in a specific style or metrical structure. The way I see it, true poems are created from emotion, imagination, and history, our own history. Often times we display our poetry without even picking up a pen, it is the emotion that we show which carries on with whoever hears our words. That's probably why I dislike criticizing peoples poems, because if I do, I feel like I have trampled on their soul, their history. What I just read here, is one of the many works in a world of true poetry. I see real poetry, because I see emotion, and I see your history. So I will not say that I love or hate it, but I shall always remember it and I can feel what you wanted your audience to feel.

docmaverick

docmaverick

12 years 10 months ago

I must say....

...that was very generously, and most eloquently stated; and I thank you. You're very right, you know. For had you hated it, it wouldn't have stood as long as you had most eloquently stated!
doc.

docmaverick

docmaverick

12 years 10 months ago

You know....

...this WAS a very emotional piece for me. You're right, again.
doc.