The Making of a Concrete Hat With My Father
The Making of a Concrete Hat With My Father
The Making of a Concrete Hat With My Father
Beyond the awning the asphalt was raw
weight from displaced migrated melted tar.
In such thick muck it was hard to go far.
To touch on concrete before the crow’s caw.
Our pet petroleum rivaled by sand
in glass, and a durable concrete hat.
To hide and boil away our winter fat.
To reach for a dream, a white place to stand.
My dad would make me mix the concrete mix
as I listened to his heated hatred.
To spill from his lips on sand and mortar,
his anger dismantled never to fix
the watery need for sand in the lid.
As sweat reveals my struggle with his roar.
My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more.I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family.If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com.The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.
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A powerful and stark rendering of memory, Jamie, well phrased and poignant in its intent. I love the structure and emotions in the work. Well done.
What is the poetic format of this poem, Jamie? Tony is right …powerful and stark are good words to describe this vivid poem.