A poem for my uncle
fingering the threads, the bright stain, the duende
I liked the detail of the coat, post-shots, and thought, imagining my male relatives: of course he kept it. Of course he did.
Haha -- yes, we Montanans tend to hold on to those things that bring us close to the edge. Not sure if that's a gendered thing or not. But it is a Montana thing, I believe.
What a treat! Powerful language all the way through, but I especially liked "They caught him in time,
pinning the bone back as he came around to the ache of it all." That's funny that you got placed on a cowboy poetry panel. :-) Hah!
I love the non-pretentious, conversational style of the poem as well as the depth of connection it reveals.
Thanks, Dirk!
Gorgeous
Thanks, brother :)
fingering the threads, the bright stain, the duende
I liked the detail of the coat, post-shots, and thought, imagining my male relatives: of course he kept it. Of course he did.
Haha -- yes, we Montanans tend to hold on to those things that bring us close to the edge. Not sure if that's a gendered thing or not. But it is a Montana thing, I believe.
What a treat! Powerful language all the way through, but I especially liked "They caught him in time,
pinning the bone back as he came around to the ache of it all." That's funny that you got placed on a cowboy poetry panel. :-) Hah!
I love the non-pretentious, conversational style of the poem as well as the depth of connection it reveals.
Thanks, Dirk!
Gorgeous
Thanks, brother :)