I wanted to share with you a poem that I recently submitted to an online magazine. Writing this poem was an interesting and new experience for me because it was the first time I had written poetry with guidelines set by someone else. I found the experience interesting but not necessarily fulfilling.
The theme that I had to write about and the tone that was requested didn’t suit my usual way of writing or seem to give me scope to examine the themes I usually like to explore. However I really enjoyed trying to write outside of my comfort zone and my first attempt ended up with a piece that I really love Loxton’s Time-Travel Gift Certificates, which I have already posted on this blog.
Anyway I was fairly happy with the finished poem but do let me know what you think in the comments section below.
Dad has retired
And I am 35
I thought retirement would bring lawnmowers and marrows
But instead it has brought sky diving,
Rally driving, hill walking and
It’s made me re-think all I thought about retirement
What will I do?
Will I even be able to retire
Numbers glide through my head
70, 75, 80
As Dad soars through the sky on his hanglider
Society tries to catagorise us by age,
Shape and colour
But it’s all a façade
So soar Dad soar,
I cast my memory back, this brilliant man built boats,
Worked 5 jobs so my sister and I could eat,
He never really complained just smiled
Day on day
His family to support, so life was ok
His patience a virtue to a child
Now I’m too big to be pushed in a pram
Or wrapped up in Impossibly strong arms
But just because he’s retired and I’m middle aged
Doesn’t mean he’s any less my Dad,
A hero and a model that on life’s path shows
There’s no limit to ambition
If you have imagination
So long live your retirement
©John de Gruyther 2014