Each night,
in every bedroom,
Shadows
come alive.
Loved ones
arisen,
beckon us
to reminiscence.
Shameful memories,
their power
undiminished,
disguise themselves.
Barren, naked
in a crowd,
uncovered,
your frailties.
Triumphs exult,
flying,
to the sun,
unfettered.
Where will
the alarm
sound?
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
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Vince
Growing up, I was the first born son in the family. My Mom was the dominating force in the family, always stressing education, getting ahead, becoming something more. We were poor, though seldom without food, and my Dad was more of a shadowy figure to me. [ My sister, brother & I eventually earned 7 college degrees between us! ]
As first-born son, and favored by my Mom because of how well I did in school, a not always unspoken rivalry was set up between my Dad and I. We did little together; he seldom attended my sports games, except all-star games or basketball playoff games. Of course, I seldom asked him!
He and my younger brother were very close. My Dad not only attended his games, he became a coach in all the leagues my brother played in, moving up with him as my brother grew older.
A funny thing happened, however, as I grew older and had my own son. Family would say to me, over and over, " You`re just like your Father! " And they were right! My personality is much more like his than Mom`s, my expressions and oddities are his.
As I grew into my thirties, my Dad and I became quite close. My Mom used to kid him because, most nights, he would say to her, " Well,I think I`ll give Vinnie a call." We had a chance to talk about the rivalry when I was growing up, and we spoke about fears and things, in addition to sports.
I think we were both so lucky to have met each other, before he died.
HAPPY FATHER`S DAY, DAD.
Happy Father`s Day to all the Dads in J-Land, present or in spirit.
Vinnie
I love the days of harmony.
Nature infusing itself
in your soul.
The sun arises from
the river`s edge.
Awakened by the morning song
of birds.
The clouds flee from
the heavens,
as if they fear
God`s symmetry.
I can imagine
a savannah,
and the never-ending
search for sustenance.
Suspended for just....
this moment.
V
C 2005 DEabler, V.T.
Emerging,
mystified,
chrysalis bursting,
unbound!
The sun
dries my wings,
dragonflies protect,
dive-bombing
spiders.
Tentative,
wings a flutter,
the monarch
naturally.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
Night, neon lit
the city alive
beggars strewn
flotsam for coins.
Garages filling
racy cars, revving
teens smiling
engines racing.
Movie theaters
lines unmoving
impatient
"Beware the Sith".
Starbucks a brewing
keyboards plunking
typers slurping
lattes tipping.
Park benches filled
lovers touching
knees, hands
stolen kisses.
Fast food quenching
kids sliding, slipping
can`t sit still
Wow! a prize!
Academy of Music
patrons preening
lights go down
sopranos trill.
South Street
a parade of
happy
jostlers.
In my bed
above the din
my love and I
embracing.
V
c 2005, Deabler, V.T.
