Tuesday, March 3, 2015

my father's fading

tinker, tinker 
tin, tin, tin

the light of his own time
blown from human circumstance 
like electricity that began at a bell
now the rest of some obscure color


the smoky arrangement of this word
from ripples of my father’s fading
a bell ringing throughout my toes

tin, tin, tin

his hands, teeth, guts, thoughts even
might be stars or railroad spikes
he has to be stars

tinker, tinker
tin, tin, tin

Harding, Paul. Tinkers. New York: Bellevue Literary Press, 2010. Print.


This is a poem created from the source, Tinkers, by Paul Harding, for The Found Poetry Review’s 2013 National Poetry Month initiative, Pulitzer Remix. In April of 2013, I was one of 85 poets responsible for creating and posting on the project’s website, www.pulitzerremix.com, one found poem a day from this Pulitzer Prize-winning work of fiction.

First published in Two Cities Review. Spring 2015. Online. <http://issuu.com/