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My gift, is Acknowledgement.

03 Jan

She may begin to knit and sew, crochet

or I, put shape to a piece of wood

or perhaps well kneaded clay.

 

Sometimes I just sit and think

 about ideas; about the gift

I want to give to you, or should.

 

I re-construct you with imagination

without face or figure.

Trying to assemble your abstraction as a whole

 

I cherish those moments in quasi-solitude.

Finding my impression, my true fondness,

to express to you, a perfect gift. 

A Father’s Birthday Card

 Wailing, smiling, spread wide open, delivering without deliverance.

Quick panting breaths explode with every push unexpected.

Bursting exclamations

in exhales of rejection, re-traction,

and impatient understanding.

Your name, repeated in giddy delight,

with clear pronunciation

in a moment of glory, of acceptance, consummated

in illumination, igniting a spark, lighting a flame.

Blinding bright at first, then glowing

in the amber that entered,

centered, within our name.

 “I love you” I said to your mother;

“hello” is what I say to you.

 

 

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12 Comments

Posted by on January 3, 2013 in Existential, Fathers, Husbands, Love, Mothers, Poetry, Zen

 

12 responses to “My gift, is Acknowledgement.

  1. Bristo Zach Jiu

    January 11, 2013 at 4:08 am

    so thoughtful words,

    charming verse entered, happy rally.

    😉

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    • ZQ

      January 11, 2013 at 4:20 am

      Thank you.

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  2. poetryroad

    January 11, 2013 at 11:43 am

    Well written with a flowing thought pattern.

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    • ZQ

      January 12, 2013 at 12:21 am

      Thank you.

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  3. A.B. Thomas

    January 13, 2013 at 2:58 pm

    Both pieces are simply esquisite.

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  4. Mish Matt Foster

    January 13, 2013 at 7:32 pm

    a friendly hello is the beginning of love.

    rich sentiments, well captured love and details.

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    • ZQ

      January 13, 2013 at 10:41 pm

      Thank you

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  5. Die Reise meines Leben

    January 17, 2013 at 12:01 am

    Heartfelt warmth in the family. Loved it.

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    • ZQ

      January 17, 2013 at 3:23 am

      Thank you

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  6. Angela Chelsea Joseph

    January 19, 2013 at 5:33 am

    moving emotions, masterful writing.

    🙂

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    • ZQ

      January 20, 2013 at 12:21 am

      Thank you 🙂

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  7. dsnake1

    January 23, 2013 at 10:04 am

    wow! the poem’s title says it all. i am not sure, but i think it’s easier to express our love for our mothers than to our fathers, though we love them equally. 🙂

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