Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

1975 - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

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A boy asks his father to spiral a football over a tree
to arch it, so the ball will arrive an instant before the child.

The child dives. tendons extended, heart bucking
hands opening, to clutch what descends from the sky.

Your mother left today for the institution. If the ball
hits ground, she dies.

That December afternoon the boy's mother passed away,
thirty-three times in the first hour.

Each time he grabbed her head from the snow and
ran it back to his father, promised to do better
and he did, he ran hard, focused, dove.

I caught my mother's skull thirteen times in a row
and she's still not coming home.


Comments about 1975 by Jeffrey McDaniel

  • Rookie Italo Etkin (1/27/2009 2:08:00 PM)

    beautiful imagery, metaphor..

    incredible poem and poet (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Janri Gogeshvili (4/5/2008 12:49:00 PM)

    Yes. Tremendous dramatic nature … (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Don Mcwilliams (3/1/2008 12:02:00 PM)

    Heartbreaking, and the most insightful examination of magical behaviors I've ever read. A textbook could not explain it better.

    Don (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bill Smith (2/14/2008 5:52:00 PM)

    liked this, enjoyed the read
    smiffy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Roger Cornish (2/14/2008 4:14:00 PM)

    I like this.... a childs point of view... and loss.
    good poem!

    Roger. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jeffrey Quattlebaum (2/14/2008 4:01:00 PM)

    This poem saddens in many ways. It's very touching Jeff. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2008


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