Creating your Narrative Poem. Journal 7. Sentence 1-. Identify the ritual ( setting and characters ) using enjambment and one hyperbole . EXAMPLE: On Fridays he 'd open a can of Jax Close his eyes, and ask me to write the same letter to my mother
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On Fridayshe'd open a can of Jax
Close his eyes, and ask me to write
the same letter to my mother
Who sent postcards of desert flowers
Taller than man.
He’d beg her
return and promised to never
beat her again.
I was almost happy
She was gone, & sometimes wanted
To slip in something bad.
His carpenter's apron always bulged
With old nails, a claw hammer
Looped at his side
& extension cords coiled around his feet.
Words rolled from under
the pressure of my ballpoint pen:
Love, Baby, Honey, Please.
We lingered in the quiet brutality
Of voltage meters & pipe threaders,
Lost between sentences . . . the heartless
gleam of a two-pound wedge
On the concrete floor
a sunset in the doorway
of the toolshed.
I wondered if she laughed
as she held them over a flame.
My father could only sign
His name, but he'd look at blueprints
& say how many bricks
Formed each wall. This man,
Who stole roses & hyacinth
For his yard, stood there
With eyes closed & fists balled,
Laboring over a simple word,
opened like a fresh wound, almost
Redeemed by what he tried to say.