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There is a 'd' in the first syllable
of what I call my parent's father:
grand-father, grand-dad, grand-pa.
That letter is never pronounced
by myself with both syllables intact
It simply becomes 'gran' to me:
gran-father, gran-dad, gran-pa.
And when my Granpa Bob says,
"Nic, you are my oldest grandson—
oldest grandchild at that—
and you are at an age where
you can still apply your skills
and do something with yourself.
I can't, I'm a fifty-something-year-old man;
a father of three children
and a grandfather to six.
I cannot go out and start,
but you have that opportunity
and I can't watch you
throw your life away."
He has identified some potential
in me that I haven't detected,
and that may be why I have
never taken him seriously.
But he pronounces the 'd'
when he is talking about me
while I mumble, "I know Granpa."
I don't pronounce the 'd,'
and perhaps it is a matter
of when I will be granted
the use of that letter,
in all its grandness.
of what I call my parent's father:
grand-father, grand-dad, grand-pa.
That letter is never pronounced
by myself with both syllables intact
It simply becomes 'gran' to me:
gran-father, gran-dad, gran-pa.
And when my Granpa Bob says,
"Nic, you are my oldest grandson—
oldest grandchild at that—
and you are at an age where
you can still apply your skills
and do something with yourself.
I can't, I'm a fifty-something-year-old man;
a father of three children
and a grandfather to six.
I cannot go out and start,
but you have that opportunity
and I can't watch you
throw your life away."
He has identified some potential
in me that I haven't detected,
and that may be why I have
never taken him seriously.
But he pronounces the 'd'
when he is talking about me
while I mumble, "I know Granpa."
I don't pronounce the 'd,'
and perhaps it is a matter
of when I will be granted
the use of that letter,
in all its grandness.
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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Written 11/04/2012
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 43 © 2012 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
Not much to say about this one, though there is a lot to say, I just can't put the the words into text and have them still contain meaning. So, this is just grandfather-grandson talks. I just notice the details and write about them later. Though there was guitar playing involved. I do WANT feedback on this piece though. I am writing a similar poem and I could definitely use feedback from this to put towards the other poem.Browse Bitlets
Bitlets 43 © 2012 Nic Swaner
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Overall Vision Originality
Technique ImpactI understand your intentions behind the bitlets project, but I think this piece could draw some serious benefit from some editing. The scope of the piece is excellent. It draws a simple instance of diction and makes it a metaphor for respect, wisdom, and intelligence. It has a lingering quality because it is so relatable. It's the sort of piece that when speaking to our "granparents" readers are likely to remember. The phrasing has good meter and is easily read with effective intonation. I think this piece would lend well to being read aloud. Excellent work on this piece, Nic.