The man

Father was warrior, athlete a man

he fought in war, won games but I never was his fan

He saved lives of many men

and tried to save mine again and again 

Spit out his bit, through off his reigns

warning growls on tracks of an engineer's brains

Voice of thunder to keep me from lightning's kill

Green I kept bucking against his will

Played as a championship game

Took the bullet that had my name

A ghostly cord from the grave

Lifting me from Gorgon womb's cave

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This is a very compelling write on the relationship between you and your father...Like all relationships it is very complex.... some good parts some disturbing parts...it sounds like he tried to control you in the same way he did with his soldiers...yet you kept resisting his behavior...as we all tend to do when are parents try to run our lives....bittersweet....they love us but in the wrong way, as we see it.....
Great write Soren...
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty sometimes we have to grow older to appreciate what is done for us

[Betty Hermelee]

yes i agree! when we look back they don’t seem like ogres…..interesting….and my pleasure always
Warmly, B🌷

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

the title is very intriguing. and while this poem is extremely complex, so is a son's emotions towards his father. i don't want to get Oedipal but there is always tension between males who share blood. yet there is love and gratitude and admiration as well. the style as always holds it together and this cryptic monologue likens itself to a mystic's speech.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Ern for the understanding read and comment as always they are most appreciated.