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  • April 2nd, 2010 | 12:15 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - Will Blood Tell?


My personal challenge for National Poetry Month is to write
a poem a day about the father I have never known.

Will Blood Tell?

I can count the stories told about my father
on just one hand
and none of them have happy endings.
He broke my mother's heart, her trust,
yet his blood runs in my veins.

I know the ways I am most like my mom
but what do I get from this man
I do not know?

As a child, every night after dinner,
my grandfather and I would play Go Fish
at the big dining room table.
I liked to straighten the cards into neat little piles
on Nana's white lace tablecloth
while Papa chewed on a toothpick and
contemplated his next move.

The day he caught me cheating
he put the cards away
without saying a word.

All night long
he wouldn't speak to me
and the shame I felt sat in my stomach
like a lead cannonball
until I cried myself to sleep.

For days afterward I wondered
what it meant that I would
jeopardize my grandfather's trust
to cheat at a silly game of cards.

Even now, I find it hard to see the best in me
so when they say
blood will tell
the truth of evil
which cannot be concealed
I am frightened
of the sleeping monster I imagine that waits within me
the monster that makes me wonder
if I am more like my father
than I might want to know?


@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
    All Rights Reserved


Look for the sure-to-be giant round-up of all the Poetry Friday posts at The Book Aunt.
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.



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susanwrites
April 2nd, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
Re: (((SUSAN)))
Melodye, thank you for speaking up. I am always so glad to hear your thoughts because I know they come with love from the heart.

As a child if I ever did anything wrong, came home late, forgot to do my homework, anything that could be construed as bad, I translated that in my child brain into the idea that I was bad and I was like my dad. I have mostly let that go but there are strands that cling still to the memories and that's what I am exploring this month.

This month of poems will be filled, I am sure, with a lot of this, am I or am I not sort of wondering as I struggle to finally make peace and let go. At least that is my hope that at the end of the month, after 50+ years of carrying this junk around, that I can finally leave it all at the side of the road and move on.

I love you for caring for me so much. Thank you.
debmarshall
April 2nd, 2010 01:10 pm (UTC)
wow susan, the honesty in this is raw (not sure that is the right word)-thank you for sharing another piece of you.
susanwrites
April 2nd, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading along with me, Deb.
marynidasmith.blogspot.com
April 2nd, 2010 02:09 pm (UTC)
Susan, God created each of us as individual. As we live and learn, it is up to us to create our path in life. You are Susan. It is up to you to go forward and what you can't change leave in the past. Pain hurts more when we think of it too often. Now, put on that beautiful smile and laugh, and enjoy life, for life is too short. I care about you. Ok?
susanwrites
April 2nd, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Mary. I appreciate the virtual hug. And I always think too much.
mlyearofreading
April 2nd, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
I've only read the first 50 pages or so, but THE PRIVATE THOUGHTS OF AMELIA E. RYE might resonate with you.

susanwrites
April 2nd, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Mary Lee. I'll check it out.
jeannineatkins
April 2nd, 2010 04:02 pm (UTC)
So interesting and a little heartbreaking. It seems this was not at all the lesson your card-playing grandfather intended to give. xo
susanwrites
April 2nd, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
No, most likely not. I have always spent too much time thinking and over-analyzing things. It took me a long time to let go it.
(Anonymous)
April 2nd, 2010 09:05 pm (UTC)
I am neither like my Mother or My Father.
In fact I don't believe I am like anyone I know.
We become who we are through the obstacles we encounter through life.
Some people appear to sail through life without a problem.
Some may struggle just a little.
Others like me have to fight for their very existance.
So I don't believe we are who we are through our parents or anyone, sure they can teach as things through life.
So can anyone you chance to meet as well.
You choose who and what you become.
As people keep telling me don't dwell on the past.
Look forward to a beautiful and bright future with
whatever good things you have to hold in your heart.
You are doing just fine.
If I lived closer I would give you the hug you need.
A hug or a smile even if it be from a stranger always makes me feel better !!

- Anne McKenna
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Anne. I appreciate the thoughts and the hug.
poetteach
April 2nd, 2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
Hi Susan,

Lies like to wear a jacket of truth, this is why sorting out the truth takes a long time. And I believe, along with prayer, writing poetry can help bring clarity to our thinking. So I encourage you to continue to write poetry throughout this month and beyond.

So, don't be fooled by the wolf in sheep's clothing, nor the sheep in wolf's clothing.

As one Native American wrote (paraphrased): I have inside me a wolf and a sheep. The one that survives is the one I choose to feed.

Laura Evans
all things poetry
www.teachpoetryk12.com
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Laura. Poetry has been a way for me to clarify my thoughts for many years. Often I don't know what I think or feel about something until I write the poem about it. I'm sure this month of poem-therapy will yield me many riches amongst the tears.
ext_229875
April 2nd, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)
I absolutely loooooove this poem.
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
diannewrites
April 2nd, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)
Susan, such a powerful poem reflected in this difficult memory. And yet, for me, the fact that you've written the poem and "spoken aloud" your deep down fear means the lie of that memory has lost its hold. The truth is, we are, none of us, perfect and - if we're honest with ourselves - your small deceit is not at all unlike the kinds of things we *all* do at one time or another. Thanks for sharing your poem.
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Dianne.

Yes, this is what I am hoping, that by writing these poems I will be able to let go of much that has held onto me for way too long.
(Anonymous)
April 2nd, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
from Laura @ Author Amok
Susan, your poem is so powerful. You speak from the heart-space of a child and with honesty. Thank you for sharing this.
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
Re: from Laura @ Author Amok
Thank you, Laura.
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susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Joyce. I think, I hope, the healing is coming.
carolweis
April 3rd, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Susan ~ what a beautifully honest & heart-wrenching poem. Shame stays with us and leaves its slimy sludgy self fastened to our souls. Writing about it helps wash it away. Could this be part of a new novel you're working on? I hope so.
susanwrites
April 3rd, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, Carol. And you're right, with your beautifully poetic line "Shame stays with us and leaves its slimy sludgy self fastened to our souls"

I don't know what I will end up with when I am done with this month of poems. I think the hard thing with this one will be that I am writing as an adult and I don't know where this would land in an adult world. I don't have enough grit (or name) for it to be a memoir.

I guess it will probably be just 30 days of poetry exercise....which is not necessarily a bad thing. :)
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

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