Poem by Penn Kemp: “Man Date”

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House. Hold. Man. Age. Meant.
Well. Well, whoever would have

guessed? Not me, when I was up
and away, running and running off

steam, that I’d return to a house to run,
the one I ran from forty-odd years back.

Now resounding, rolling round and
round the block, the wo(r)ld follows,

shouting curses, blessings, woundings,
winding me back here where I began.

Only courage lets me remain, lets me rest,
to maintain the stiff demeanour of brick

veneer by which I was raised. Rest and all
the rest is easy always. Words to swear by,

words to return here, open-handed. Home.

Penn Kemp

http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/11/12/man-date/:

I’m also reading the poem on http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/kemp-man-date-podcast.mp3

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Photo: Robert McMaster.  Top photo of Gavin, me and son Jake: Amanda Chalmers.

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