“Sovereignty” by Alex Bledsoe
Alex Bledsoe & Charlie
I found my father passed out in the mud
beside the pond, napping with Smirnoff.
The fish hooked on his untended rod and reel
fought no one, to the death.
A fly landed on his face,
walked across the tips of his whiskers
toward his sugary drool
and never touched his skin.
All Rights Reserved
© 2009
November 12, 2009 at 9:59 am
Wow, truly powerful and right up my alley! I love your restraint
and choice of words…
I love simple short punches…you nailed it! Great work Alex. –LK
November 12, 2009 at 10:10 am
This is powerful, poignant, beautiful…love “napping with Smirnoff”
(love the photo, too – such a comparison from the poem below it – a contrast)
November 12, 2009 at 10:42 am
Hey–I didn’t know you were a poet as well as a brilliant novelest! Why aren’t I surprised? Cute pick of you and the C in C, BTW.
November 12, 2009 at 11:15 am
Wow. A long, deep breath of a poem!
November 12, 2009 at 11:42 am
In so few words, a world of deep. Magnificent.
November 12, 2009 at 2:57 pm
wonderful…thanks for sharing! xoM
November 12, 2009 at 11:38 pm
Wow, not only do you write fantastic fiction, but hard-hitting emotional poetry as well. Truly a cross-genre writer. Excellent work! (photo is wonderful, love the bunny ears and C-in-C is awful cute:o)
November 12, 2009 at 11:57 pm
great job, Alex. : )
November 13, 2009 at 12:39 am
There is so much here, wow.
November 13, 2009 at 1:52 am
Nicely done, Alex. Didn’t know you wrote poetry. Very cool. *snapping fingers in appreciation*