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
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:
ReplyDeleteDream 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.