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  • April 12th, 2010 | 12:25 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - RING RING

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


Sometimes the phone would ring
and I would run to answer it but by the time I got there,
the line was dead.

Pressing the receiver against my ear
I pretended it was my dad
calling to check in on me while he was gone.

Curled into a ball
on the blue and white linoleum tiles in my grandmother's kitchen
I twisted the cord around my finger,
answering make-believe questions
while the dial tone droned in my ear like a tired bee.

My grandmother caught me once
and told me to quit playing games
that the phone was not a toy
but still, each time it rang,
I raced to be the first one
to pick it up
and say hello.

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
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There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 11 comments — Leave comment )
April 12th, 2010 12:03 pm (UTC)
I love how you're capturing these telling moments with lots of specific details. Each poem = different emotion = different nuance = different image.
April 14th, 2010 06:01 am (UTC)
Thank you, Jama. I'm trying (but it's a whole lotta years to go back in my remembering - haha)
April 12th, 2010 12:54 pm (UTC)
This one is so poignant. It reminds me when I believed my father was the face on the dime. Almost halfway there, Susan!
April 14th, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)
Thank you, Candace. The face on the dime! That's so telling!

Halfway...please let me come up with enough ideas for the rest of the month!
April 14th, 2010 06:38 am (UTC)
I guess what I should say is that I hope I have enough memories for the rest of the month.
April 12th, 2010 03:32 pm (UTC)
"Curled into a ball
on the blue and white linoleum tiles in my grandmother's kitchen
I twisted the cord around my finger,
answering make-believe questions
while the dial tone droned in my ear like a tired bee."

This is such powerful imagery, Susan. I feel as if I'm right there with you, hearing that dial tone.
April 14th, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)
Thank you, Tracy. I can see that kitchen so very clearly that it transports me back there in a heartbeat.
April 13th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
Beautiful poem. I found your blog today, and I'm enjoying the father-themed poetry.
April 14th, 2010 06:03 am (UTC)
Thank you for stopping by. I'm glad you're enjoying the father poems.
April 15th, 2010 03:39 pm (UTC)
tanita says :)
I think what both touches me and upsets me is the Little You who still wants that contact. A flower opened optimistically for whatever the day brings - be it sun or rain.

That's the beauty of childhood, I know. But it's hard for the adult me to see that flower keep being so optimistic.
April 24th, 2010 07:07 am (UTC)
Re: tanita says :)
I wanted contact for a long, long time. Long into adulthood. I only recently gave it up and it feels like a huge weight has lifted off my shoulders.
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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.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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