Jingle’s Poetry Rally–“April Eighth”


English: Full-length photograph of the Shroud ...

English: Full-length photograph of the Shroud of Turin which is said to have been the cloth placed on Jesus at the time of his burial. Română: O repoducere fotografică în întregime a Sfântului Giulgiului despre care se spune că a fost folosit pentru a acoperi corpul lui Iisus în timpul înmormântării sale. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An article in the Smithsonian
alluded to the Holy
Shroud of Turin.
The image of Christ
seared radiologically
into a burial cloth.
A violent burst of energy.
A life-seed
in a closed space
blowing out boundaries.
Stories of an empty tomb.

Easter comes early
this year.
Daffodils explode in
the front garden,
sheltered by a warm wall.

April eighth,
nineteen forty-four.
A seed plummets to earth,
wrapped in a metal
death-womb.
Ejaculated from heaven,
it burrows into dank soil.
Buried.
Fragmented.
Combusted in another
surge of energy.

Months go by:
a year to the day.
Someone in the
War Department
types the letter on
a piece of onion-skin paper.
Words smudged by an
over-used ribbon tell
the woman to move on with her life.
The child will never call him
daddy.

Footnote: a few years ago Easter Sunday landed on April 8th, the anniversary of my father’s death. He was killed in WWII when I was 3 months old.

Advertisements

48 thoughts on “Jingle’s Poetry Rally–“April Eighth”

  1. […] three months old, leaving my mother a 22-year old war widow. In the interest of brevity, here’s a link to the poem I wrote the year that the anniversary of his death coincided with Easter […]

    Like

  2. […] three months old, leaving my mother a 22-year old war widow. In the interest of brevity, here’s a link to the poem I wrote the year that the anniversary of his death coincided with Easter […]

    Like

  3. […] three months old, leaving my mother a 22-year old war widow. In the interest of brevity, here’s a link to the poem I wrote the year that the anniversary of his death coincided with Easter […]

    Like

  4. Shashi says:

    Very poignant and beautifully written and specially as a dedication to your father was too touching. I liked it and specially the words

    “Daffodils explode in
    the front garden,
    sheltered by a warm wall.”

    Touched my soul.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

    Like

  5. […] Jingle's Poetry Rally–”April Eighth” « liv2write2day's Blog […]

    Like

  6. Kavita says:

    The significance of the event was doubled (or more) by the placing it with the other equally important one! You did it so cleverly here…
    And although the poem is a very moving one, I am awed by the the way you have written it! It conveys pride and reverence more than just sadness…
    Bravo!!!
    And thank you so much for sharing this amazing poem with poetry potluck.. it’s an honor to be made part of your life experience..

    Like

  7. Jamie Dedes says:

    Lovely, sad, and skillfully written. The desciption of the bomb dropping – compared to an ejacutlation .. the one giving life, the other taking it.

    Heartfelt prayers for your family … Grief seems to have a long life and often a very subtle one.

    Like

  8. Thanks so much. I value your input.

    Like

  9. frayedges says:

    You have written a powerful poem. The part about the seed plummeting to earth gave me chills.

    Like

  10. nessa says:

    A very poignant piece.

    Like

  11. I am quite lost for words, am amazing piece of poetry.

    Like

  12. This is sad and yet the way you wrote it is stunning. :))

    Like

  13. vivinfrance says:

    The resonance of grief pervades this wonderful poem.

    Like

  14. love anger rage and loss put in these words….
    i wont say its a sad poem…its a poem to help you keep going as you do without him……Cheers!!!!

    Like

  15. Morganna says:

    Sad poem. Thank you for sharing.

    Like

  16. Jingle says:

    sad loss…
    thanks for putting it in a poem for all to share….
    Happy monday!

    Like

  17. PinkLady says:

    victoria, you have no idea how much your poem touched my heart. i can’t help but wonder how my 3 kids will remember their dad when they have all grown up. they were not as young as you were when you lost yours but… they were young. now when we reminisce about the old days, we all end up laughing and smiling. such sweet memories! i hope they will carry them in their hearts forever. this is truly a lovely poem!

    Medieval Mist

    Like

  18. woih says:

    wonderful writing here. My father lost his father at an early age to war, as well. He has a look of “what if?” when he speaks of him.

    Like

  19. ladynimue says:

    This was too powerful a write ! Something that really tugged my heart strings as i read te foot note .. Pleasure to have the chance to read this !

    PS : you asked of the poetry form i used for my rally entry “Dream chase”. Its a triolet. Read more about it here : http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triolet.html

    Like

  20. joanny says:

    a powerful poem — your father lives on in you, and would be most proud of your thoughts and poems, so few have this gift of expression.

    Joanny
    http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/

    Like

  21. buttercup600 says:

    I am also so sorry for your loss but so glad you were blessed with an adoptive dad. Sending you much love my friend xx

    Like

  22. Chris G. says:

    Such tragedy…but it has spawned such a tribute. Beautiful work. I am sorry you never got to know your father, though.

    Like

  23. mairmusic says:

    An impossible tragedy– I am so sorry for your loss. But your write this tribute beautifully and bravely.

    My potluck is here: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/02/03/week-68/

    Like

  24. souldipper says:

    What a beautiful way to honour a life that moves forward with you – in both shrouds, if you celebrate Easter.

    Like

  25. Jingle says:

    Happy Monday, link in 3 poems if you wish…
    Loved your contributions and kind encouragements…

    Like

  26. Jingle says:

    your image impresses me,
    what a lovely piece.
    Thanks for sharing!

    Like

  27. Cheryl says:

    This sings a sad yet hopeful song. So glad you were blessed with an adoptive dad.

    Like

  28. Talon says:

    I loved the juxtapositon of both events.

    I’m so sorry you never had the privilege of knowing your father.

    Like

Your comment and feedback are important to me. Thank you.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s