Sleepy Moon, © 2019 Michelle Kogan digital image created in Procreate.
Happy Poetry Friday!
I’m reflecting on Father’s for Father’s Day and focusing on Father’s who are no longer with us.
In a wink the light of life is out,
But between that wink lay
a lifetime of memories…
Remembering my father and
the emotions that filled his life,
his unconditional love for
family and humanity
floats to the top and
swelled within his heart,
a love that grew deeper
as he grew older–
His eyes if deep with sorrow,
outwardly mirrored strength of character,
and pools of passionate hope.
His thoughts ever filled with
financial din, were always open
to those oppressed.
His mouth, which marveled to move loquaciously,
carried his loving voice, seeking an ever
constant connection to others.
His heart with which he felt so powerfully
the joy and pain of others, touched us all and spilled over
with a profound pulsing love towards all.
© 2019 Michelle Kogan
I think I may have shared the poetry of Li-Young Lee before or even this poem, but here it is again… He has such a sensitive way with his thoughts and words.
By Li-Young Lee
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.
I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Read the rest of the poem here
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there and all those remembering their Dad’s too!
Be sure to buzz on over to Laura Shovan’s blog Laura Shovan
, she is our Queen Bee Poetry host rounding-up all of us worker bees this week for the Poetry Friday Roundup! Thanks for hosting Laura!
About Michelle Kogan Art, Illustration, & Writing
Michelle Kogan is an artist, illustrator, instructor, and writer, creating colorful allegorical figure, flora and fauna paintings and children's illustrations, which have a sensitivity to endangered species, and the environment. She is an art instructor at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and the Evanston Art Center and offers Plein Air Painting Workshops at nature venues in the Chicago area including the Lincoln Park Conservatory, Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum, and Lurie Gardens at Millennium Park. Visit her online Etsy Shop at: http://www.MichelleKoganFineArt.etsy.com and her website: http://www.michellekogan.com
What a beautiful tribute, Michelle.
Such love here, Michelle! Thanks for the fatherly focus. You reminded me of E.J. Koh’s My Father in His Old Age: https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/2014/09/swimming-up-waterfall.html
Thanks for sharing E.J. Koch’s poetry with me Tabatha— I want to explore more of it and like the conversational voice she has.
This post is especially poignant as this will be my first Father’s Day since my dad passed away in April. Love your beautiful, heartfelt poem, and also the one by Li-Young Lee. I remember my dad removing splinters from my fingers too . . .
Michelle, your poem is gorgeous–especially that last stanza. Lovely.
Thanks Laura, Love is a powerful thing!
I love Li-Young Lee’s poem, oh, that ending, but your personal tribute more, Michelle, that “his unconditional love for
family and humanity
floats to the top and
swelled within his heart”, a blessing he was for you and for everyone he touched.
Yes, he was and continues to be in my memories and thoughts. Thanks Linda!
This gives me such a wonderful picture of your father, Michelle: His mouth, which marveled to move loquaciously,/ carried his loving voice.
Thanks Laura, glad my words painted his image so vividly!
I read your beautiful poem, Michelle. And then when I scrolled back to the stop of the post I realized that the sleepy moon could be your dad looking down on you with his loving, loquacious mouth and swollen heart. ❤ The Li-Young Lee poem is a beauty as well.
Yes, I like that idea of my Dad as the 🌝. He’s still here with me in the stardust floating around… Thanks Michelle!
What a a lovely tribute to your dad. He sounds like quite the inspiration. Hugs.
Thanks Kay, he was an inspiration and continues to be for me. 🙂
Such lovely poems Michelle. My father’s been gone for 25 years. Father’s day reminds me how much I miss him.
Father’s Day takes on a new meaning when we no longer have our Dad’s here with us–good to remember them then and carry them with us.