At Work, Father

August 12, 2012

Father I am thinking of you-sadly. I would like to reach the inevitable distance- Knowing the gap says ‘it’s too long.’ Then I hesitate, I don’t want your aloof voice resting in my head- I’ve had enough of your silent death- I don’t reach for the black phone on the desk- With its many lights blinking, I wince at the thought- I busy myself with paper work. I tried hard to think where it all went wrong- I’ve tried to create some ‘new song.’ A lyric or two- but it was all blue- Just to say ‘hello I’ve missed you.’ Like an empty chair you’ve remained- You’re never there…you never cared. The inevitable stain still remains- I mourned your death long ago- That’s when you decided to let go-of me. I still hear your voice in my soul- My invisible tears begin to flow- Filling up this empty hole- That I’ve drowned in so long ago. Photo: El Diario date unknown, deceased

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

This is a very emotional poem, because you write about missing something that was not really there in the first place. The "invisible tears" image stuck in my mind because it is very symbolic of your internal struggle.