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  • April 15th, 2010 | 1:01 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - CONSUMED

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


It was just a small fire
on the kitchen table when
she came home from work.

It was just a small box
of photos, school friends,
kept on the closet shelf,
cherished mementos
from my mothers childhood
melting into nothingness
on the Formica table.

It was just a small spark
of jealously, uncontainable,
for him.

It was just

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April 15th, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, Susan.
The shapes of these stanzas to that last fierce one, gave me the chills. You say so so much in so few words.

And you're halfway through the month! Your courage is inspiring.
April 15th, 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Jeannine. It's very healing for me. I am letting go of more and more each day.
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April 15th, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Meloyde. It certainly was soul-scorching to my mom.
April 15th, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
tanita says :)
It was just an eraser.
It was just a smudge across the page of her life, saying, "What you had before me didn't count."

It was just the last sign: he's Mr. Wrong.
April 24th, 2010 07:04 am (UTC)
Re: tanita says :)
How true. How very true.
April 15th, 2010 04:11 pm (UTC)
This is amazing. You are blowing me away with these poems, Susan.
April 24th, 2010 07:04 am (UTC)
Thanks, Tracy. They're sorta turning me inside out but in a good way. I think.
April 16th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
Would we not all like a small fire once in while to get rid of the things we no longer want or could cope with. The thing is I really don't think mine would be a small fire and some things as hard as you try just never go away if that was indeed the intention.

I wish it was that easy but some things are clearly not. For me anyway.

- Anne McKenna
April 24th, 2010 07:05 am (UTC)
Yes, the idea of getting rid of all the things we couldn't cope with sounds good to me too.
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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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