Thursday, August 27, 2015

Anne Tibbitts writes



August 20 making the bed i was thinking of tom knew he's in heaven 
sorry not alive and healthy to meet the next generation to have an 
experience of being a grampaw telling him in prayer that i know he knows
 about Callie since she still halfway with God and he probly talks to her

He knows

That why he visited ginger in a dream after the deep sea fishing in hawaii

He in that place called ocean 

his essence there

He got broken and hurt at such a young age and never could pull it 
together enough

It wasn't all his fault

he just got stuck

Praying for people to stop all the heartbreaking ways they hurt each 
other

Knowing tom is in a better place

Knowing he's already telling Callie who he is 

what he was

Apologizing to his half in spirit world half in his only child's belly

Tom Bowlus will never be forgotten

1 comment:

  1. In the 1950s/60s an "I" form of poetry became an important part of American poetry. The so-called "Confessional Poets" dealt with private experiences that had seldon been openly discussed in poems -- feelings about death, depression, difficult relationships, trauma. One of the most important of these writers was John Berryman:


    Dream Song 14

    Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
    After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
    we ourselves flash and yearn,
    and moreover my mother told me as a boy
    (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
    means you have no

    Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
    inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
    Peoples bore me,
    literature bores me, especially great literature,
    Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
    as bad as achilles,

    who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
    And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.

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