I crave a second look
one blink of approval
long to be the apple of yours
or even just a worm in it
lucky book in your hands
the pawn on your chessboard.
If I were a lone cattail at the pond
then maybe I would catch a wink.
They call it the evil eye, but yours
is not so evil, as indifferent.
Strong!!!
ReplyDeleteLonging in silence gets you nowhere...stand up and yell "look at me dammit".
ReplyDeleteDear Tess: Oh the power of father's eyeball on or near Father's Day has conjured in my mind; what's going on behind the eyeball?...oh yes! I guess I can try to recreate a new meme from this concurrent theme...is this a real eyeball or prosthetic? If it is real you've definitely have gotten the Stephen King thing down pat! Here's looking at you, kid! Yikes eyeballs freak me out!
ReplyDeleteChicco, it's a vintage prosthetic glass eye, a piece of my odd magpie collection. It's freaky enough to satisfy. giggle
ReplyDeletemybabyjohn, unfortunately, the "Network" approach has not worked in this situation.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautifully written. I have to admit it was difficult to think of a story at first it was a shock. Then a poem flowed. Have a wonderful week. :)
ReplyDeleteAs we have a new Labrador puppy, Lady M has been reading-up all about them. One thing she came up with recently was that Lab's can get so excited that their eyes pop out. I'm pleased to report that she now knows exactly how to pop them back in again! Ain't life interesting.
ReplyDeleteHaving raised two lab pups, I can believe their eyes could pop out from sheer excitement. Glad I never actually had to pop any back in, though.
ReplyDeleteNothing sadder than a child longing for a parent's attention -- sad at any age.
ReplyDeleteThat seemed to catch me up...
ReplyDeleteThat is so sad. Children will do almost anything to gain approval - and attention is a sort of approval.
ReplyDelete(Never heard of Labrador eyes popping out - none of ours ever have, thank goodness. I thought it was more of a spaniel trait - live and learn)
Tess~ this made me remember a little boy @ our Deaf School here in Indy some 25 years ago. He had been born pre-mature without ears and missing an eye. He was a sweetie but a stinker! When he'd get really mad, he'd flush his prosthetic eye down the toilet... and our Maintenance man would have to fetch it! He did it twice that I remember while working there.
ReplyDeletePowerful and haunting stuff Tess, very well put.
ReplyDelete(Never mind that I almost threw up when I saw the pic as I was reminded instantly of my mother who as guest of honour under a tent in the desert, had to swallow a sheep's eye!!!) Too much first thing in the morning - laughing......I think!
Bee, WT was once the guest of honor in a tent in the desert and was served goat head, complete with eyes. (ick)
ReplyDeleteSorry about the early morning image. giggle
Janis, down the toilet, eh? Stinker, indeed. And an unforgettable story.
ReplyDeleteSo very well stated in this piece. So many emotions.... I find that picture oddly intriguing.
ReplyDeleteTess--Thanks for hosting this. I loved the idea of settling for being the worm in the apple...if not the apple of his eye...
ReplyDeleteOh - I felt that one.
ReplyDeleteoh I loved this one
ReplyDeleteEek! This was a disturbing image for me. Ever read the book "We Need to Talk About Kevin?" Anyway, your poem was heartbreaking and tamed my ooginess about the eye a little!
ReplyDeleteLonging for just one blink of approval. So true. This was especially chilling considering the unblinking image.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite writing of yours.
ReplyDeleteSo far.
Wow.
(great eye!)
Eyeball image aside, this work speaks volumes. What I can tell you is "in those days - my days" father's approval was tacit, largely unspoken, and always longed for. Wonderful.
ReplyDelete"indifferent", the worst kind of abuse too for a child to feel.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
this one spoke loudly to me...my fathers was both evil and indifferent...he has been gone now over thirteen yrs, and not a day goes by I dont wish he could have looked at me, really seen me...
ReplyDeletepowerful piece
Hello Tess,
ReplyDeleteThat's a sad piece of yours.. as for me who always longed for the attention of my father, i can relate to this... btw, i joined your magpie tales weekly photo prompt poem writing... and just did my first attempt... i must admit i had a hard time thinking of topics to represent that 'scary-eye'.... it gives me chills when i first saw it especially when i click it to enlarge... i think my first attempt there would be really memorable co'z of that photo...ahaha... anyway, thanks for the inspiration.(:
Good day.
~Kelvin
I just talked to my Dad about this subject 2 days ago. He died about 10 years ago. But I still talk to him, just not out loud : ) All is forgiven now. Wish we would have had the conversation when he was still here.
ReplyDeleteWow, great eye. And poem. Thanks, Tess.
ReplyDeleteLove the lovely line:
ReplyDelete/if I were a lonely cattail
at the pond/. Poem manages
to multi-task much like its
mother, for it is macabre
yet touching. Our relationship
with our parents rarely apes
the literary and Hallmark models,
and a daughter who is not
daddy's darling will long for
much more than she receives.
My raising of three stepdaughters
did not mature into respect and
love until they moved out of the
house. I provided shelter, sustenance,
braces, and prom dresses, but not
until they flew solo did they discover
whom they left in the nest.
Raised without the knowledge of
who my father was put me into
a dominion of over-achievers,
and somehow served me well.
Amazing hauntingly unrequited!
ReplyDeleteFather's Eye - I need to send this poem to my dad! Tess your work sends chills down my spine and I sitting on my deck where it is 97 degrees out here!
ReplyDelete"...long to be the apple of yours
ReplyDeleteor even just a worm in it..." Priceless.
As creepy as the eye is, it really is beautifully made.
ReplyDeleteLove your magpie.
This is ... Unique! What a powerful poem. Loved the intensity of it!
ReplyDeleteA father's lot was not a giving one. You so well express the child's need for a reaction in a time when fathers feared to reveal their softer side. You must me really really old!
ReplyDeleteI am incredibly old. giggle
ReplyDeleteThat is so very good!
ReplyDeletei look at the place of a father's eyes over the last three generations and it seems to me that they are softer in many respects. kinder. more tolerant. more interested. more understanding. more frightened. steven
ReplyDeletenice rhythm achy story
ReplyDeleteGreat, great job, Tess...indifference is just a notch below hatred. This was exceptional...even by your high standards. Vb
ReplyDeleteI had my father for sixteen short years ... blessed to know I was the apple of his eye, his first born, cherished. Indifference is a horrible form of abuse ..
ReplyDeleteWhew, I actually let out a sigh when you finished reading (I listened and followed along as your read). Powerful.
ReplyDeleteThat last line is a killer!
ReplyDeleteVery moving, I was the apple in our home, so this makes me very sad inside to read. Every girl should now how it feels to be the apple.
ReplyDeleteHi Tess~ Clear and powerful. Disdain is far worse than the flashing eyes of passion.
ReplyDeleteI reserved Patina today! Am excited because I LOVE your poetry!
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Margaret, thank you so much for your support, my friend. x
ReplyDeleteGreat take and wonderful prompt.
ReplyDeleteLisa
InspiredbyLisa
So sad
ReplyDeleteOne of the 'greatest' sins: INDIFFERENCE! For years I experienced this with a step child. I would rather have been shot dead by this Peep, than experience the suffering. But I kept trying to change INdifferent to 'different'.
ReplyDeleteOh! the pain of that torture!
PEACE!
Willow,
ReplyDeleteThat which we look for is that which we should give.
rel
Painful to ponder and feel here the harm wrought by evil indifference.
ReplyDeleteThis is super, Tess-- it cuts to the bone. I'd really appreciate your take on my response to the prompt-- hope you watched the Piano! xxxj
ReplyDeletethis got me.
ReplyDeleteand it's timely in that I have been so busy lately being engaged, never wanting to be indifferent...
hugs.
deb
This poem resonates with me Tess. Even humour can be serious when you look inside it. Love the crumpled paper of your theme and the language you use to unfold it. Excellent poem.
ReplyDeletesad story. beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteHi! Willow...
ReplyDeleteWhat a very beautiful poem, the picture compliment your spoken and written words..."perfectly."
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D
I can't get past the image and the connection with the title. My father cannot handle anything to do with the eye. Can't even touch his own, let alone watch a surgery or something. If I was cruel, I would send him a link to this image. :)
ReplyDeleteDid you book come out yet? Still waiting on my copy and had kind of forgotten untill I was reading your words again this morning.
browsing blogs to get some inspiration for whatever (LOL!)... i came across this. 2 weeks before my birthday i have been thinking that i am no longer have my love's attention for quite sometime. and perhaps until now. it is sometimes frustrating that no matter what you do, it's hard to get someone's attention because he himself has a lot of important things to do.
ReplyDeletenice post...
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I wondered if he was still around to throw out a gaze as mine is gone...along with any hope of things happening that are longed for. Well written...as if you can do anything but.
ReplyDeleteJeanette, this is the last week to pre-order my book from Finishing Line Press. The number of advance sales will determine my pressrun. It ships August 6. Thanks for you kind support, dear friend. x
ReplyDeleteyou capture that eternal longing of so many children, both young, and especially as we get older..
ReplyDeleteAlways poignant to be seeking a parent's approval..you brought it all out..
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain in the Tess. I have always been trying to get my mother's attention or really, just caring. I am always the brunt of her worst side, unlike my sister. BTW: tried the turkey-pesto burger recipe...delish! So moist and good. B loved them too. Good job, as always, with the recipe.
ReplyDeleteouch- that was my dad- I gave up seeking approval- some of my sibs still try.....
ReplyDeletePoignant words, and haunting image, Tess. Very heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteI'm heading down to see my own dad this weekend, and let's just say, my brother has "stirred some things up" that will make for an "interesting" visit. (and I was so hoping for just a nice, quiet, celebratory chat...) sigh.
Powerful! Wow!
ReplyDeleteYikes, kinda scary looking eye! I have a personal story about such an eye -- perhaps that is where the scariness emanates from. Did like your poem -- barbara
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed, in an uncomfortable sort of way. the words pulled warmth.... The image at the top, mostly fear.
ReplyDeletePowerful and dripping with disdain! Excellent as usual...
ReplyDeleteDeliciously creepy, Tess!
ReplyDeleteMy fave bit:
"long to be the apple of yours
or even just a worm in it."
Powerfully sad.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
This poem is so, so meaningful to me personally! I cannot possibly convey to you just how much it means. I was the apple of my father's eye until I was about 5-6 years old. It was all downhill after that. Many, many years later once he was dead and I was at the end of my 60th year I had an extraordinary spiritual experience that in essence took five years to fully unfold. During that time I studied war and Combat PTSD. I did much reading. The end result was that I came to know that I was always the apple of his eye. But, that WWII Combat PTSD and much of what it includes was with him always, interfering with his life and his love for me.
ReplyDeleteI never like my mother (not a very nice person to her children) and I really never cut her any slack. For years now I have had two scrapbooks of hers of her time working and living in London (as an American) for the OWI (the Office of War Information). It has taken me a while to understand that she too was significantly damaged by the war.
There is always a good reason when relationships go haywire. Once I figure out what to write ... I will be turning these scrapbooks of hers into a book.
Your father loves you. There is some sad reason that he cannot show it to you. Thank you for this glorious poem!
ohh! Sad!
ReplyDeleteVery well put.. The sadness and want of attention comes out much apparently..
Thanks for this "eyeful" prompt!
hugs xox
Eyed!
ReplyDeleteeye for an eye
Excellent. Great words, lines, purpose, and emotion. Your poem echoes many. Great job.
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI must confess I have not ordered your book yet because I'm experiencing anxiety when I'm at that site preparing to purchase it. Is there an amazon link?
Stranger, no Amazon link. On the Finishing Line Press link, the authors are listed in alphabetical order, so you can find me be scrolling down to the "K"s. Thanks for your support, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThis a powerful poem one I can relate too very much I've spent a lot of time invisible. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteThe last couplet really describes what my father is to me.
ReplyDeleteThere's a sense of tolerance in there. Thank you.
That's a powerful piece. I have to say it brought back a lot of memories.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know about the lab's eyes popping out...I probably would've screamed the house down if I'd seen that LOL
Bee's response had me rolling LOL
Thank you for your kind encouraging comments, my friends. This piece was very therapeutic for me to write. You are the best. x
ReplyDeleteSparsely-worded, emotionally-effective.
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