Debra Dear

Posted on May 21, 2011 | 8 Comments

Fractal hoar frost crawling up the window
Tiny probing finger nails of anguish
Scratching way natures perfect design
To see snow’s crunching fast feet approaching

Rattling keys, door squeak, stomping feet, and slam
Silence embraces the rush of cold air
A long sigh and cursing for his bottle
Debra dear, daddy wants his nightly coddle

© 2011 Michael Yost

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8 responses to “Debra Dear”

  1. Broken Sparkles | May 21, 2011 at 10:58 PM | Reply

    I often find it difficult to comment on your poems. I like all of them, the words are usually perfectly combined with feelings and events, but the reality, the fact how well you’ve captured things of every day life, make me speechless.

    This was a sad one, scary … the daddy with the bottle, I wish there won’t be little girls that have to experience such horrible moments, alas … there are! A prayer for Debra and all like her!

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    • booguloo | May 22, 2011 at 4:14 AM | Reply

      I understand. Debra’s name is not real, but this situation as told to me was very real. You and I both try to reflect real images and events in our work and I respect your comments because I respect your work; but when you find it too hard to comment It’s OK. Prayers for “Debra” are always a good thing! smiles…

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  2. Vishwas Anand | May 21, 2011 at 11:36 PM | Reply

    Good one! Touching with a good flow! Happy rally!

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  3. Bodhirose | May 23, 2011 at 11:20 AM | Reply

    I believe this kind of scenario is acted out more than we could ever imagine. You do capture this darkness in a very matter-of-fact way–with horror intertwined.

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  4. Jingle | May 24, 2011 at 11:38 PM | Reply

    true words.
    bless you and your girl.

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