father, a salesman

father, a salesman

A Poem by poddar kushal

Father, a salesman

(the inspiration of this poem came from the first line from"Karl C Klein’s Unnatural Girl"whose stories published at www.karlcklein.gather.com and www.writerscafe.org/writers/karlklein/ should be read by serious readers) :

My father was a salesman.

That was all and that was all.

Memory did not recall

The commodities he sold.

The houses of his visits,

The shops or the offices.

 

A little pack of blue and

Obsolete face-crème once found

In an ancient attic…

“Had it been in his torn bag?”

Fingers wanted to trace his

Print of past long dead and gray.

 

The summer roads and shut doors

The watching bird with lazy

Wings folded together,

Oh sun, was it a journey

He had taken many times?

 

Only at night beside a

Wild and black mare he appeared.

“What were you?” asked a boy, me!

“Go and inquire your deep dream”,    

 Told the dying out image.

 

I know he was a salesman!

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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This was wonderful, I love how another person's work can inspire your own work! There was another author on here that I highly enjoyed but I don't think he is here anymore and I can't find the work thanks to the big crash. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is very dreamy and flows nicely. It really those accent your writing strengths.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice imagery. I like the part about finding the face creme. I can visualize that happening.

Posted 13 Years Ago


sorry it took so long for me to read this..i disappeared for a while then had to replace all my stuff, now i'm finally trying to get to some read requests--i usually don't read poems, more of a novel girl, but i decided to check it out & i must say, nicely done :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


poddarkushal, you did good with i enjoyed it.

"Go and inquire your deep dream",
Told the dying out image.
I know he was a salesman!... Very Nice work!

I haven't heard much from you, how are you?

Posted 13 Years Ago


This reminds me of that old play, Death of A Salesman, too. You have a vision that obviously reaches beyond your own experience. Thank you for your work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


it was a tubular piece nice wrote bro~!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow... what a powerful work. Really well written. I love how you worked off the the other piece so well. Many cheers.

Posted 13 Years Ago


enjoyed the way it was told as a tale. this was good as always my friend. imagery was good here

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

as always wondeful images.
"Had it been in his torn bag?He had taken many times?What were you?" all questions we ask ourselves of our parents, grandparents, ancestors...we all search for a history to explain "us" .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

we gather our muse where we can get them
i have many sources of my muses
and i find many here on wc

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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