The Grandfather Clock
Sometimes I stare at the wall and try to see your face. I focus
beyond the bump of white plaster, beyond
the tick of my grandfather clock, and into the glow
of my own eyes--tired eyes that want to stare no more,
want to feel the loss of evening no more. I see
you---in the frame, somewhere, back in the month of minnows
and Minnesota bass. The day I sat
on rocks near poison oak and Aspen,
I watched you that day.
Your arms scared with winter
hunting, forced the fly rod back and forth
like the arms of my grandfather clock,
the line moved through the air,
and I waited for the buzz of the mosquito and the cool
shade of night when I'd no longer sit
on the edge. When you'd look
away from the folds of this river, and see me,
my fingers slimy with minnows. See me take
the minnows and lead them to the hook-- just like you
showed me: "hook to head,"
but your line moves through the air into the Mississippi
It's then when the night falls to day, and you
vanish with the chime of the clock.
27 Comments:
Beautiful but once again I don't get the deeper meaning, I wish I did.
Do you have his clock?
We have my husbands grandparents GRANDFATHER CLOCK. His grandfather made it.
I'm going to have him read your post. I think he will cry.
SWFM-- It is about looking at a clock and wishing I could step back in time and be in that moment once more-- and this time be "in" that person's world instead of just being there-- have that person "see" you. Haven't you ever stared out a window and daydreamed of going back in time or just daydreamed of a person? The desire to be seen and to go back and to hold onto a moment/vision that will eventually vanish are the main ideas
That was very moving! Brought on memories of my own. Thank you for such lovely prose.
That was nice. I could almost hear that daydreamy, going back in time background music as I was reading. Was this new or something you've written in the past?
Yes I have done that, thanks for the explanation for the slower ones.
When I read your poetry, I can see the whole scene you're describing so clearly in front of me - I feel like I'm actually there - not just reading about it. Not too many writers can do that. Thanks for sharing your special gift.
Once again, I am in awe...
As I read your post, I pictured myself with my father (who passed away a year ago) fishing on the shore of Bear Lake in Northern Minnesota.
Simply beautiful.
pamela-- he made the clock-- now that is special-- wow
Nicole,karmyn-- thank you
SWFM--
babaloo-- kind of both-- it was an old poem (one of my favorites) I breathed life into. I always thought it had a rythmn problem at the end, but I tweaked it a little and it's better (not perfect, but better)
genendy-- you are an awesome poet-- thank you for your kind words
Sandy-- That is a nice memory. When I originally wrote this poem, it wasn't about my grandfather. It was about someone else, but that someone let's just say faded with time-- and so I resurrected the poem and made it for grandpa -- though I should change the bait to marshmallows beause we fished with marshmallows. He died when I was 13. I fished with minnows later in life-- and should have stuck the hook elsewhere
Very pretty. Memories of grandfathers always seem to be among the most powerful when I chat with people. Really lovely poem. :-)
Hmmm - seems like the true minnow story could be a post in itself!! I would be interested in hearing it sometime!
Nice piece...
I think you left out the words of the comment to me lol.
SW-- I did? Oh that is sort of funny. I didn't mean to. I wish I could remember what happened to make that happen. I tell you I am losing it.
ANyway i am glad my expanation clarified the poem for you. Thanks for ocmmenting.
pamela-- I forgot to answer your question. No I don't have his clock. It is still in my grandma's house.
Very nice! I was thinking maybe it was your hubby off fishing somewhere and you were remembering a time when you fished together.
Funny how everyone sees something a little different.
Very pretty.
Beautiful!
what pangs of nostalgia...
I could feel myself there on the banks of the Mississippi..even though I've never been
Thanks for sharing
You write so beautifully. Im not sure I understood what you meant, but the picture you painted is stunning.
...and thank you for yours. :)
That is funny. Hey it's more fun to be losing it together, right so we could support eachother loony adventures.
the only way i know-- You know I'm having a hard time explaning this one. It's about daydreaming and going back in time to a time when I was with someone you loved very much. The only problem is the person doesn't "see" me. That other person is focused on other things and I feel insignificant, so in my daydream there is this longing to be significant before time runs out and he vanishes-- and it always runs out because how many of us actually get to finish a dream/daydream
karmyn and kigo-- thanks
bd-- your poetry is simply beautiful. I am in awe every time I go to your site
waya-- I'm glad I could help. I haven't posted any poetry for a long time, but I just loved this one so I thought what the hay-- I'll post it.
but momma-- It could be in a way, but he doesn't fly fish anymore. We're both bait fishermen (horror upon horror-- how could we be-- because we are lazy)
david-- I take that as a most sincere compliment from a great writer
eschet-- what a beautiful image-- thanks
swfm-- Isn't that what blogging is for?
Nice poem- I really like all the imagery that you are using to make the experience of your grandfather so tangible. The hands all slimey with minnows is particularly vivid. I always enjoy it when writers use imagery that doesn't exclusively deal with sight. Very well done!
amishav-- OK so you liked it. I was beginning to worry because so many people haven't understood it-- so I was wondering waht was lacking? What should I do to make it more concrete? Perhaps I don't need to
I'm so glad I came back to such fantastic writing!!!!
Bonnie, you rock!
your explanation is poetic too....
Thank you so much! i loved it!
Yup of course:)
You are too kind, its easy with the right muse...
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