Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Construction was his profession

(The Friends of Miniver Cheevy Series: Part 4)

The only thing he loved more
than writing, was his wife.
(and after 7 years she wanted a divorce)

But Frank would tell you he was
a construction worker, not a poet.

He'd Say:
"It's not a fucken big deal.
My wife married a construction worker
not a poet.

I build things with my hands.

I put the world in order-
make it beautiful.

Sometimes things fall apart.
It could be a home-
It could be a truck-
It could be a life-

I make things beautiful.
Beautiful, who the fuck uses that word?
A poet?

But that's what it is man.
That's what it is to me.

It's
Brick,
Paint,
Wood,
Nails,
and the sweat of an honest days work.

What I've always been amazed at,
when watching the news,
whether its
fire,
earth quakes,
or hurricanes,
is
all that shit
can all be put back together.

It can be put back together,
even a marriage."

Frank would tell you he was
a construction worker, not a poet.
He loved his wife.

7 comments:

  1. divine metaphor and poetry.

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  2. your entry is delightful and brilliant.

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  3. Oddly eloquent. Nice work.

    You can find my rally entry at:
    http://elainedanforth.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/fall-into-anticipation/

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  4. Hopeful, everything can be put back together...

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  5. So brilliantly constructed..... The words, the imagery, the flow and the breaks - all perfectly aligned to each other. Awesome piece!

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  6. http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-perfect-poet-award-week-72.html

    an award for you, let us know after you take it,

    nominate a poet for week 72 in your acceptance post.
    thanks,

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