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pour mon pere
by Peter Hsuold man mumbled to me
"son, when you walk barren
you will realize
there is more to life than love."
putrid, poppa's fears
have clung to my dreams
and driven them wild
frenzied nightmares of locusts
leaving my few minutes as carcasses
as i watch crows pick
at the scurf of my sleepless nights.
but some ruby north wind has whispered
my secret name
and my dreams are melting
drowning the levee of other people's despair
(and father, once more i shout
to fail at love is better
than to succeed in doubt) 12/10/2006 Author's Note: yes father, it's true.
Posted on 12/10/2006
Copyright © 2026 Peter Hsu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Deborah S Regan on 01/22/07 at 07:14 PM poor dad |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 03/14/10 at 06:02 PM its funny - if the barren walk is a chosen walk, then love is perhaps the most important thing, what makes life worth living, the source of meaning and genuine human relationship. this is a fitting companion piece to your American Zombie, the loss of empathy. |
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