Revisionism Poem by Tony Miller

Revisionism

Rating: 2.3


My older brother taught
Me how to swim
Or tried at least in the brackish beach
Water,

Till a wave came along, the prince of
Them, blue and destructive
Taking me out of his teenaged hands.

Today we’re not close. I wonder
Over a brooding beer, if he wished he’d let me die,
Avoiding the quiet, when years go dim.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laughing@ You 24 December 2013

Nice one, TM. I was inspired by this one to write my Opportune Moment. Yours is calmer, IMO.

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I agree with Vincent. Also, you've reminded me of a scene from the movie 'Gattaca'. A very honest piece, Tony. Thanks!

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Vincent James Turner 11 June 2009

This one brought back many memories and pricked a few redundant emotions. I liked this one a lot, I liked the way you reflected on a memory and then used that memory, twisting it slightly in order to make sense of the silence/ drifting apart that had occurred with the brother. Well this is how I read it! ! ! ! Some nice lines in this one, 'Till a wave came along, the prince of Them' I also really felt the last stanza. You have kept things simple, which for me is the hardest task of an evocative poem; it is short yet remains within my mind. The little images that sit between the thoughts are great “I wonder Over a brooding beer'..... if he wished..... it enables the reader to see a little extra, to imagine a little more, far more effective than simply stating 'I wonder if he wished he’d let me die' it has taken you just 62 words to say what others cannot with a novel. Best regards Vincent

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