Green Gold

Green Gold

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Inspired by Kimberly Melody Guiterrez

"
it was the year of the pop song
according to the boys named
after rapid eye movement,

or thereabouts, dates aren’t
that important anyway,

the imprint of the twenty-third
letter in the arid field was probably
there years before and still is there
all these years later,

twenty-three in fact,

give or take,

again dates aren’t that important,

either way, the man that this man
doesn’t always see eye to eye with
left a positive imprint upon him,

he is the model of excellent
fatherhood after all,

he was, and still is,
a duck in that lived
in the numbers of the
form twice a value
added to one where
the value is any value,

he has a cowboy hat
with a rattlesnake skin
just above the rim,

he killed it and scalped it
there sometime before or
after the first shrub
was elected to the
highest office,

but on this day, on our
way out to the imprint
of the twenty-third letter,
we are on the search for
a piece of green gold,
something this man had never
seen before as a child just like
the piece of green gold
that is caressing his ears now,

they were both obscure then
but as a youngster he was
standing in the proper
location above the
green gold, just
the fourth track
on the green
recording
that went
gold,

father and I don’t always
see eye to eye these days,
but in those days, he was
the hero and they went on
weird adventures and this
weird adventure was finding
the cactus that father wanted
to store under green plastic,

oddly enough, the pop bottle
that we kept the cactus had a moniker
of a massive mountain who‘s shadow we lived,
one that housed and still houses the first-alert satellite
facility, the one that warned the missileers
in this part of the world that the end of
humankind was at hand,

and the other funny thing,
it wasn’t the exact cactus
that dad had found but a
lucky accident that I came
across in those formative days,

we found that sometime later,

dad marked it with an orange pole,
an orange flag calling out a warning
in the style a band of male demons
would appreciate,

to this day, it was locked away
in a mental file of the positives
that we never bring up because
the negatives always leave the
longer lasting scars,

but, in those days, the father,
as odd a duck as he was, was
the model of positive experience
and hero worship,

and a model of mental acuity
that must have been passed on
to his oldest progeny,

the highway that runs between the army
base and the overbearing mountain
is numbered as a multiple of twenty-three,
and the other factor is the sum of two and three,

he truly gave and I truly took,

in the year of the pop song,
he was the age that this poet is now
and now they are closer than ever,
because who else is going to give
him fatherly advice when the mouse
reaches certain milestones in her life,

this poet is green, wet behind the
ears on the parenting front, and the
father gave him a golden existence,

and maybe the ditch, the strange shape
in the field next to the housing complex,
actually stands for the word wonderful,

whatever the truth may be,
the connections came together
all over again


© 2012 Kenneth The Poet



Author's Note

Kenneth The Poet
Context:

I lived on an army base on the Front Range at the conclusion of the Reagan administration and into the Bush I administration. Dad was a captain doing what he loved at the time. He was and still is an excellent father. This poem was inspired by childhood memories of location, his love and the music of the day. After reading a piece by the one in the dedication, the memories of that year flooded back. This is one of my typical free-verse pieces in my typical voice. Hope you enjoy it.

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... i spent my childhood in a military base too... my father was in the indian air force... i love how you've brought out the texture of that life... with its multiple hues... one knows one is there for a purpose that one can't comprehend... and yet... childhood unravels... with all the adventures... complexities... joys... this was quite a journey that triggered a million memories... life right now is very, very different... but i do know that my childhood lives within me... immortal as ever... like you said...

whatever the truth may be,
the connections came together
all over again

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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5 Years Ago

... my mind is buzzing with memories since i read this piece... i might end up writing something too.. read more
Kenneth The Poet

5 Years Ago

Go for it.
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5 Years Ago

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This is so well written and easy to read. The images you have created are vivid and the connection between you and your father is heartfelt. It is a pleasure to read great writing and this is brilliant.

Julie

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

2 Years Ago

Thank you very much, Julie. I appreciate it.
absolutely loved this piece. the emotions of it come across clear and the diction is spot-on.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

2 Years Ago

Thanks, Ariax.
brilliant and an enjoyable read. a wonderful tribute and an excellent narration.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thanks, Woody. Glad for the review.
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What's not to love about this? The REM allusion had my feet bopping immediately, and the free flowing images of love and care free wonder were beautiful. Coincidentally, yesterday was Father's Day here and I felt a definite pang of envy reading your contextual note - you hit the perfect note with this write!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Jeremy.
the way you word things is so unique and intellectually refreshing... I wouldn't say "typical" voice at all.. I rather enjoy it.. actually I really enjoyed this piece... I liked this little glimpse into your childhood and that meaningful relationship between you and your father.. well done sir!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much, April!
Wow. I loved this. It is a journey, honest, and real, and full of wonderful images that reach in and grab the reader.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thanks, this is one of my best pieces I think.
Wow I love this beautifully and quite eloquently penned piece

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Blake.
I loved reading your author's note to get a background on your thoughts and feelings expressed. Everything... every glimpse.. color... song... they all flow into this moment that is so connected in the threads of you...

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Craig. Glad to hear from you.
I've come back to this one and I see so much that I missed the first time around...the reference in the opening hooked me right away, like a pop song I guess you could say...the 'letter' metaphor was most sly and cunning as well...I'm sure I'm still missing a lot though even after a second go-around...you have an incredible knack for wit, and your poems always remind me of the dramatic monologues of literary eras of old...they unfold like stories but remain unmistakably poetic...fine work Kenneth.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thanks, KK. Glad you like it. I consider this one of my best works.
they were both obscure then
but as a youngster he was
standing in the proper
location above the
green gold, just
the fourth track
on the green
recording
that went
gold,

Certainly poetic gold. You have such a unique pen that combines realism with some masterful phrasing. Awesome work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Pryde. I appreciate that truly.

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