Monday, December 19, 2005

Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's little girl,

she twirls for him.

It is

"Again," says the father.

"I'm tired and the floor here is
says Daddy's little girl.

"Again," says the father.

She repeats her line

but then relents.

She twirls
like a pink sparkly top.

The crack was audible

as was

Daddy and Daddy's little girl

the ankle was broken.

in the hospital,
Daddy told Daddy's little girl,


Sorry doesn't heal an ankle,


does it heal a heart.

Daddy's little girl's understudy
shined at the show
everybody forgot about the
last minute replacement.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's such a sad poem! Thank you for sharing your emotional intelligence.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

It's not a sad poem. It's a poem of how some tragedies are hard to overcome, but you're right; I got teary after writing it.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger In verse said...

i like the sparseness of your words it goes with the poem and the pain of the tiny. And ankle would have been the name for me, but thats just me.

thanks for your comments, I meant, all who feel the warmth of poetry in their brains or in the sun, either way.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Marc Landeweer said...

I like your poetry as well. It must be wonderful being a parent. As for my poem "The Attack of the Butterflies" isn't meant to be scary. It's about remembering what it's like to fall in love. The jitters in the stomach of seeing her face once again. The double edged sword that materialized from the vaccum of nothingness. Love made my heart flutter once before, and it does so time and time again, but love is dangerous is it not? Love is blind; love makes you do stupid and/or crazy things; love will bring you to the brink of Hell. Yet, the only thing that can save you is Love. But, you never forget your first love, and they will always have a special part of your heart. Right? Anywho, thanks again for reading, and I look forward to seeing more of your work.


December 19, 2005  
Blogger Noralil Fores said...

Actually, I felt on the title some (maybe only because I am one of those.) I like the fact that there's reversal-that's she's the adult and he's the child, that he says "oops" not quite understanding the harm he's done, that she's the one who remembers, like adults do. I'm not entirely sure about the second stanza spacing. I got the impression the twirl was fast and graceful and the spacing slowed me down, made each word stand out and hence made me feel that the twirl was in a stunted slow motion. Maybe that's what you were going for though. It was a bit confusing for me. I love the bittersweetness of this piece though. It's so on target.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

Thank you for your thoughtful comments! There IS a bit of role reversal here, isn't there? You're also right about the spacing... it should have been more in line with the ACTION of the poem. I will keep this in mind.

I'm glad if my poems hit close to home! Thank you for enjoying. I'm llooking forward to more of your work, too!

December 20, 2005  

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