Vignettes in this chapter are short poems packaged as mini-dramas, comedies, or dramedies ranging from the mundane to small revelations we can encounter anytime.
Sample Poems: My Daddy’s Hands, Sunset Blues, Affluence
My Daddy’s Hands
When I, a little baby boy, was reaching for
my father’s huge index finger, I didn’t know
what I’m now starting to remember:
that daddy was beyond happy.
But there came a time of misconceptions
and later hate; tears shed, but in the
open only once. Late came the hour
I could’ve held his old, beautiful hands.
My hands never resembled his, except
for my index finger and thumb. His gently
playing with my tiny, tiny finger lives on
beyond the years in my own empty hands.
I’m guess these are my lesser days.
I wondering what’s been going on.
A carefree, sunny time has gone.
What’s left is neither this nor that.
The sun is low; my life seems set,
yet much is still unsaid, not done,
and who will care when I am gone?
The sky’s all red with lesser rays.
To make both ends meet,
you need at least two ends.
To handle two ends, you surely
need at least one beginning.
For that, you want some room,
and there, over time, we’ll find
a meeting place of minds,
people, lives, ideas, friends.
It’ll take at least two of those
to make things happen. To have
us connect, let’s meet now.
In the end we’ll strike it rich.
69 A Marriage
71 On a Medieval Painting of the Fall of Man
72 A History of Sarcasm
74 Looking Out the Window in Autumn
75 Silent Question
76 Letters in a Drawer
77 A Bird Landing
79 Sunset Blues
80 A Breakup
81 Night Secret
82 The Touch
84 My Daddy’s Hands