Sunday, December 18, 2005

Down by the Lake

When I was a kid, my friends and I used to go down on Lake Vajisnatch, about a mile from Kooper's Watershed in southwestern Oregon. We would spend all day there in the summer time, wading in the warm waters, dreaming of kites and baseball games. A curious feature about Lake Vajisnatch; during the twilight right before a full moon, the lake would take on a rusty color and flow from its banks. My dad told me never to go into Lake Vajisnatch during the full moon. I guess he wanted to fill my head with stories of werewolves.

I wrote this one in all lower case letters, to remind me of my childhood, except for the title, and later on in the poem, for obvious effect.

Down by the Lake

with gleaming white
swim trunks

we stood on the banks
of
lake vajisnatch.

like peach colored missles
we dove
head
first.

we would trundle
in the warm
womb like waters
and
never
let
childhood end.

Now, as a Man,
with
children of my own;

my children
wade in the waters,
rusty in the full moon twilight
were
the
waters;

My father told me not to
go down
on
Lake Vajisnatch
when
the water was rusty colored.

Another way I defied him.

Down on Lake Vajisnatch,
the brown reeds on the banks
wave in the wind.

When you swim
for a long time
the banks
overflowed,

covering the brown reeds
with its watery
goodness.

Now,
as adults,
we stand with our children
on the banks of Lake
Vajisnatch,

Take them by their hands,
and toss them in
to the waters

one
by
one.

8 Comments:

Blogger Muh-muh-muh-ham-ham-ham-ad-ad A-a-a-a-llll-li said...

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December 18, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

Well, if that's how you feel, I suggest you should shadow box. That way, you won't hit anyone important!

December 18, 2005  
Blogger Newsandseduction said...

interesting!

December 18, 2005  
Blogger Noralil Fores said...

Love the last. My father always said the same to me. I can't tell you how many times he let me fall, only to help pick me up again.

December 18, 2005  
Blogger because life is strange said...

It's one of my favorite memories, being catapulted-- into any body of water, really-- by my father only to swim back laughing ready for another launching.

it's funny to think of it now, how symbolic that may or not be. but the idea is so comforting because it always ended with smiles on both ends.

That's one of the rare unblemished memories I have with my father. Thank you.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

You are most certainly welcome. We loved that lake. My wife doesn't visit the lake so much, but she does on occasion.

Thank you all for your comments.

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Humour and last laugh said...

Thanks for the "The News from Kathmandu". Your reply is remarkable. Charity could both be good and bad. Your profile says little about you. What you excactly do?

December 19, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

I do environmental consulting, but I'd rather not go much into the details! I want to be known for my poems, rather than my boring job!

Your websites are great! There's so many of them!

December 20, 2005  

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