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ON MY FATHER'S BLINDNESS
by Tom Sheehan
copyright © 2001
Ludlow Press Poetry
My Father’s Blindness
Time whispered when he had eyes,
a deliberation of things,
songs, stories, a string of beads
some islander made in his equatorial days;
leaves, loaves, salad-making,
great roasts’ sizzling songs,
an unhurrying, yieldless time
of games, ghosts, gobs of things.
How when sentences finally came to be
he read Cappy Ricks and the Green Pea Pirates.
His eye on the page, my ear on his tongue,
caesura was a bite of beer, a drink of cheese,
turning words like the roasts he made,
savory succulent tongue,
but page wordless now.
Now Time strikes!
Hurricanes, lightning, days are crunching,
night is no more a pail of stars
flung as sand on dark skies.
The eyes are closed, the mouth;
when do songs cease to sound?
Sprung from his loins wanting to be,
self-torn from his arms
at some piece of boyhood,
I now remember earless, wordless,
the touch when I was lovely young,
and I know I roam forever
in the darkness of his eyes.
Tom 's work has appeared
in The Paumanok Review, New Works Review, Three Candles, among others.
A novel, "Vigilantes East," is under contract; another novel, "An
Accountable Death," is to be serialized on the Internet; and a short story/memoir
collection, "A Collection of Friends," is currently being reviewed
by a publisher, with 15 of the entries currently published. Co-editor of the
sold-out 2000-copy issue of "A Gathering of Memories, Saugus 1900-2000,"
a 482-page look at his hometown of Saugus, MA, now in its second printing.