Thursday, 22 October 2009

Blue

When he wrote ‘Prayer for my daughter’,

Yeats knew everyone has a curse;

ugliness, youth, old age or beauty

fixation, fear, control, abuse


and curses bash exuberance

- so how come Andrew oozes verve

with every glass of lemonade,

or song and any disco dance?


I ask him straight ‘Who teaches best?’

and he replies ‘It’s me, I do!’

‘What do you teach?’ he glances ‘Colours.’

‘which colours?’ and he answers ‘Blue!’


Known as the colour of humility – Blue -

a fractal of love and such a magnificent curse.

8 comments:

  1. Excellent as usual. I have to think that on rare occasions you are unable to maintain this almost saintly interaction w/your son. Those (if they do indeed exist) might make for fertile creativity. All the conflicted emotions, the struggle to be delicate & compassionate versus a base frustration & anger that you must control. I hope I'm not out of line here! Forgive me if I am. No sleep & no inhibitions. I'll regret it later. Anyway, just a comment from a fan who you've brought great joy to & spiritual inspiration

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  2. That last line is such a beautiful one. I really enjoy the dialogue between you and your son. Thank you for remembering little things like this in your poems.

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  3. "What do you teach?" he glances "Colours"
    "which colours" and he answers "blue!"

    These lines say it all, your son dances to a different drum and that is wonderful.
    Thank you for sharing this, I love your words :)

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  4. John,
    a wonderful experience of parenthood you've shared.
    ‘What do you teach?’ he glances ‘Colours.’

    ‘which colours?’ and he answers ‘Blue!’ - I have my own reasons for liking Andrew's answer so much.
    Fergus

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  5. I Like That One Enough To Want To Comment But don't Now Know What To say. So I Asked My Daughter. She Says My Favorite Color Is Also Blue. It Made Me Smile.

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  6. Great work, i like to read BLUE.

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