The Scuffed Heart

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By Dink96


Her bedroom door was scuffed

With the black anger of tiny feet

She slammed it, hard

The door jamb shook.

As hard as she kicked that door

She knew things would never

Return to the day before.

 

The day before,

Papa left for the flightline

But never came home.

She never imagined a lifetime

Of no more bedtime stories

And goodnight kisses.

 

Her world turned as black

As her mother’s dress

Not realizing he’d never be back

She never knew one bright September day

Her sun would set the morning he left

As darkness fell, was born distress.

The day the laughter died.


F-100 Super Sabre

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philip carey 61 profile image

philip carey 61  says:
3 months ago

Succinct and evocative. I like it.

Dink96 profile image

Dink96  says:
3 months ago

Thank you, Philip. I tried to write more, to explain the source of her anger, but as yet, it doesn't sound right to me. I truly appreciate your comment. I struggle with poetry. :-)

philip carey 61 profile image

philip carey 61  says:
3 months ago

It's quite good. I struggle with it, too. But I think that's the draw. Everytime I'm finished I just see incomplete expression in my stuff, and I keep thinking, I have to dig deeper...DEEPER". In an interesting coincidence, I was just talking to a young Marine Corps pilot who had just returned from Iraq. (I was at the gym and noticed his USMC t-shirt. I'm a ex-Marine myself.) Is this poem about a girl you know?

Dink96 profile image

Dink96  says:
3 months ago

The pilot was my father. He served as USAF test pilot (after serving in WWII and Korea).

alekhouse profile image

alekhouse  says:
3 months ago

Very nice Dink. Glad to see you're sticking with the poetry. I love the photo of your dad. He was so handsome.

Dink96 profile image

Dink96  says:
3 months ago

Thank you, Alekhouse. I owe it all to HubPages and my Creative Writing prof! He says you can't develop as a writer if you don't keep writing. Makes sense...

dohn121 profile image

dohn121  says:
2 months ago

You managed to capture the melancholy inside of you, Dink. I just can't get over this line:

Her bedroom door was scuffed

With the black anger of tiny feet

I really liked it. You could go as far as saying it left an "impression" on me. Find the strength within yourself and use it to your writing advantage. Never give up.

Dink96 profile image

Dink96  says:
2 months ago

I continue to search for that strength and use it. I appreciate the comment and encouraging words, Dohn121.

blaise25 profile image

blaise25  says:
2 months ago

passionate and tragic..really felt the message of it.

my heart was pinched.

thanks for sharing Dink ;p

Uriel profile image

Uriel  says:
2 months ago

breath-taking, cacptivating ! Keep up the great work, i totally loved the imagery.

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