Scold-scalded, age nine,

after playing with matches,

pasta-mothered, wrath-fathered,

eldest of five brothers

grew to a football-savvy,

Marine-bold, keg-bellied man

of speech-grudging beer-hoist.





Fourth and last daughter

of priest-fear and Celt-song

became a young woman

of hug-lavish gab-laughter,

Somerville-silly, rosary-blushing,

chore-cheerful in laurel-terraced snow

and walk-to-school-soakers.





Peer-wary quirk-bundle

of lone-scrawled switch-crushes,

sonnet-mad for a whiskey-limber

Welshbard, word-thirsty Tom,

autumn-oded mope-rock embodiment

of teen-gloom and mind-twist,

young-old, square-shilling, I was


not cool. Sitcom-nourished, ravioli-fed,

doom-dynamo, In-Crowd-hater,

speech-stickler, fact-maniac, rule-brittle

bully-target for stone-jeer and stick-barb,

Logan-blasted, Eastie-anxious,

maladjusted Scotch-stealer, girl-spurned

poem-proclaimer, yes, that's me.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-25 at 08:50

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Such an original family presentation! The mots composÚs you use create such vivid descriptions of each member of the family, they give a very strong sense of each personality and their background. SÚrieusement bon, merci.

And there you show us how most of us are a mix of nature/nurture. I see your parents, I see you , so cleverly interwoven to a sonnet loving Dylan seeker. Fabulous.

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speech-grudging beer-hoist // word-thirsty Tom

'nuff said? : )