No Son Of Mine Poem by Brian Mayo

No Son Of Mine

Rating: 5.0


Cruelly plucked
From a troubled sleep
Yanked to my feet
It's nearly three
The junkyard dog
Is back, and barking
Back to biting
And baring its teeth
With his single-malt grin
At the salt-streaked tears
On my cheeks and my chin
A rabbit's terror before the beak
I'm stumbling, stammering
Young heart hammering
A hangman's concern
In soul-less eyes,
He's sick to death of all the lies
There's a coward's cunning
In that shifting gaze
But his list is dripping with fresh mistakes
Heard to say a thousand times
No son of mine.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: father and son,sad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 13 June 2017

beak? ? i had a bit of trouble following this. let's see another! bri :)

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Pamela Sinicrope 30 March 2016

Ohhhhhhh. I hadn't read this one. Heartbreaking. The writing style lends well to the image of a child woken from sleep by an angry, drunk, and abusive father. The lines flow from one line to the next, similar to a mantra re-recalled countless times, to the point of thoughtlessness, because it is a repeated offense and a repeated stress response. The imagery is riveting, the speaker's chosen words convey the meaning compactly with no explanation needed. Well written account of child abuse.

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Mike Smith 15 March 2016

Had to read it a few times so I could pinpoint which lines are narrated by father, which by son. That was throwing me off and taking away from the true matter of the poem. I've been on the younger end of this encounter myself. Your poem is a 'nail on the head' description. Really a nice piece of writing. I like the repeated line at the end. Firmly adds staying power to the statement and gives us an insight to the fathers (or father figure's?) standpoint on all this. Another good one Brian

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Kelly Kurt 15 March 2016

If my sons would return late, all drunk And wake me, I would be in a funk I would be delighted If I was invited Since not, I would lock them in their trunk

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Grand Rapids Michigan
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