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To My Son

Posted: September 27th, 2004, 2:01 pm
by Lightning Rod
the flute works because it is hollow
and the heart only works by means of empty spaces
music works by virtue of silence

the space you left in my heart
allows it to beat a sad perpetual tattoo
a pulse of longing and remembrance.

the chambers are empty and wishing for you
you were a child then and void of experience
what is taken away is as blessed as what is given.

you were ripped from my loins
in a moment of lust and promise, I swallowed
the flute works only because it is hollow.

Posted: September 27th, 2004, 4:36 pm
by WIREMAN
clay this is beautiful and leaves me thinking of my own daughter ....so close yet so far away......mark

Posted: September 28th, 2004, 1:52 pm
by Sierra
>the flute works because it is hollow<

Stunning imagery, LR.
A song to the child/man.

Peace,

Sierra

Very Nice

Posted: September 29th, 2004, 10:37 am
by jbrianlong
Lightning Rod,

This poem is simply lovely. It does what I think poetry
should do.

I think you could eliminate the last strophe, though, and
not lose too much.

Thank you for a delightful read.

--J Brian Long

Posted: September 29th, 2004, 10:52 am
by Lightning Rod
thank you WIRED and Sierra

and Brian, I am holding a copy of you great book in my hand right now. I highly recommend The Singing of the Wheels.

Welcome to StudioEight. I hope to see you here often with your poetic sense and your critical eye.

lr

Re: To My Son

Posted: January 16th, 2013, 2:42 pm
by dadio
Classic poem. 8)