Disciple Poem by Evie Shockley

Disciple

Rating: 4.6


My father: younger, handsome, downright square,
eyes like brown buttons fastening his face
over his soul, mouth not too straight to swear,
to say, man, sonny stitt's ass trashed the place,

hymning his saxophonist small-g god,
enlisted arms push-up strong, lips curled less
and less around cigarettes (in an odd
reversal of what the army did best:

march men to foul habits) and more around
his mouthpiece, in search of pure embouchure:
not square: hell-bent on welling a full sound
from his horn: a liquid literature

with biblical phrasing, an interlude
of stimulants unchemical to blood.

Thursday, October 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 21 May 2019

-bent on welling a full sound from his horn: a liquid literature with biblical phrasing, an interlude of stimulants unchemical to blood. music, a liquid literature. thank u for this poem. tony

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Chinedu Dike 09 February 2022

Indightfully and moving written with conviction. A beautiful creation......

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 09 February 2022

Disciple- that handsome, youger and with other adjective! it's good to all if the disciple is inquisitive.- interesting poem, I enjoyed

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Dr Antony Theodore 27 September 2019

younger, handsome, downright square, eyes like brown buttons fastening his face over his soul, mouth not too straight to swear, to say, man, sonny stitt's trashed the place, very nice poem thanku dear poetess. tony

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Anil Kumar Panda 21 May 2019

Very nice. Enjoyed thoroughly.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 May 2019

A liquid literature! ! ! ! ???? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Evie Shockley

Evie Shockley

Nashville / Tennessee / United States
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