Forrest Hamer

(1956 -)

A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again - Poem by Forrest Hamer

And then we began eating corn starch,
chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered
Argo boxes stored away to stiffen
my white dress shirt, and my cousin
and I played or watched TV, no longer annoyed
by the din of never cooling afternoons.

On the way home from church one fifth Sunday,
shirt outside my pants, my tie clipped on
its wrinkling collar, I found a new small can of snuff,
packed a chunk inside my cheek, and tripped
from the musky sting making my head ache,
giving me shivers knowing my aunt hid cigarettes

in the drawer under her slips,
that drawer the middle one on the left.

Comments about A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again by Forrest Hamer

  • Gold Star - 45,087 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/12/2015 10:49:00 AM)

    May it be about the hazardous smoking habit. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,979 Points Luis Estable (4/12/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    To my humble sense of poetry, this try seems in complete. I did not get from the reading of it that this try finishes well. I was looking for a better conclution, but iIdid not find one. Perhaps I gave this poem a poor reading, but then I read the piece not once but thrice.

    I think you wanted to say a lot with not so many words, but iI am not sure if you found victory in this in my reading eyes and thinking mind.

    Keep on writing!

    Luis Estable (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012

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