Group Photo With Fishermen

Group Photo With Fishermen short poem

Photo by VinothChandar

It’s Christmas dad
lend me once more your hand to compare ourselves
among the living people that I ever touched
only your hand was bigger

If you want to we can go to the seashore hand in hand
to leap wave after wave together
or you can take me to the puppet theater
where the orange tiger swallows pancakes
while we’re clapping along with our big hands

this year I didn’t bake home bread and
I didn’t burn candles
I simply crouched with half-opened eyes
leaning against high cushions
over a cross scratched with my nails on the bed sheets
lying in wait
fishing like you dad
sometimes hours other times days
go by without any catch
apart from your pale and slippery smile
in the last photograph

Dad
why on earth didn’t you put aside the fishing rod

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@cristina-monica_moldoveanu, “. . .your pale and slippery smile in the last photograph.” are we right to construe that your dad is dead? Still something about the fishing rod escapes us. Such clever and subtle wording is always your mark. But we enjoy in the process where we have to infer in cases that the hints are only what you are giving in lieu of the expressed thought. The figurative mode of speaking in your poem is overwhelming.

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