Why?
He burned
his life’s work
When he
started to lose his mind
Or was it
retirement that did it?
That all
those years
The poetry
served as a coping mechanism
To work
& home life & homesickness
Processing his
frustrations & grief
An antidote
to his struggles, hopes & darkness
Was it
finally making peace with Ireland & Australia
His lot
Which impacted
his family all those years?
It was very
much my father
A definite
man
To wipe the
slate of a life’s work clean
Or was it to
do with what would happen to his poems
After he was
gone?
All the
heartache, the secrets revealed
& so the
only poems of my father’s I have access to
Are the
dedications to my mother
In the books
he gifted her
At birthdays
& Christmases
Generally panty
wetters or the pastoral
Did he
really believe these words
Or were they
maintenance works on his marriage
Is that why
he eliminated the darker more tormented part of the iceberg beneath the
surface?
My father
the performer, the lover, the symbolist, the mystery
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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