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Life As We See It: Poetry about Grandparents and Truth


I've always known my grandparents
didn't have one of those loves
that killed a person
months after
their partner passed away--

but my grandfather woke early,
laced up work-boots
and spent 40 years on top a roof.
Came home, mowed the lawn
and hosted family barbecue nights
well into my teen years.

She waited by the door,
fixed his dinner
raised four kids

slept beside him
every night

and they still kissed,
hands rested on each other's waist
beneath the mistletoe
the Christmas I was ten.

He left her a home,
life insurance,
the deed to a good life

and she brings him up
in conversations.



Author notes

"grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ole days"

Ah. Just some silly phase I'm going through, writing wise. I guess everything can't be largely metaphorical or emotional. Somethings just 'are'.

once again, it is what it is.

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  • DancingRed
    January 14, 2007

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    Sad but beautiful detail, it adds a personal and relateable feel to this poem, which only made it all the more enjoyable. I love the line breaks - it helps with the great flow.

    DancingRed.


  • radical24
    January 14, 2007

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    good write

    clean, crisp....to the point....story about passing nicely portrayed....very resolved..........best, radical


  • -ButterflyCuts-
    January 14, 2007

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    This is nice.. less of the dramatic, more of the realism. It captures perfectly the... comfortableness of old couples sometimes.

    It seems younger generations are so much less content.. maybe that's why there are more divorces. Or maybe the whole world is less nice.

    I don't know.. hmm, for a very 'nice' poem you made me think un-nice things eh, that sounds like I'm talking about sex no, i'm not though.

    fuck, i'll go


  • Spfc
    January 12, 2007

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    There are as many different ways to write a love poem as different kinds of love, and it's nice to see some relatively untouched ground trodden in a poem like this.

    This blazes. Everything in this poem is carefully arranged. I like it a lot.

    Have you ever read Milan Kundera's 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being'? It's the instant point of reference that springs to mind, as it is all about these non-traditional loves. Reading your poems, I think you would like it a lot if you haven't read it.

  • Rowan gold member
    January 12, 2007

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    This is excellent. And more true to life than the more rosy depiction we all seem to think we want. There's a comfortablity in old love; respect, and caring, that the fires of passion won't stoke when your eighty. Somedays, all we need is a caring hand on our shoulder, and not a romp in the sack..lol. Though, that's awfully good too! lol.
    Excellent portrayal at what most of us see, but don't write about.

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    January 10, 2007
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    sometimes they just 'are'

    i love the phases we go through.

  • FindingFate
    January 10, 2007

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    One of the best...truly. My grandparents are in a home now and this has just touched me so deep


  • SurelyWritten
    January 10, 2007

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    a bit morbid, but a sense that the world isn't all hopeless (just for the most part )... you have weird phases

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