Poem Hunter
HC (29 January 1947 / New York, NY)


Poem By Hugh Cobb

(for my father)

I remember you
in magic lantern flickers,
shades of grey:
train windows flashing by...
arrivals & departures.
Late summer nights & days:
Friday night fights
(brought to you by Gillette)
a smell of cigarettes & whiskey...

Lying on your chest,
your beard scratching my
child's face, puffy cheeks turning red...
I inhaled as though your scent
could appease your absences.
In blue cast TV light you seemed like
a dream...
I didn't want to wake
to the familiar ache
of your vacancy.
I knew one morning I'd blink
& you'd be gone -
leaving behind only ashes
& a smell of smoke...

You never seemed to know
how much I wanted you to stay;
to be present in more than yellowed photographs
or in the diamond sharp relief
of memory. I often pretended,
using memory as a guide,
that you were really here with me.
Imagination so vivid I would run
to meet you when I heard the front door
but it was never you. A let down even
in my dreams.

In between arrivals & departures
there are moments of our
ghostfather-son relationship:
walks to the store for cigarettes & sodas,
passing Lake Olmstead pausing to skip stones
over waters as opaque as our relationship...
Sensing undercurrents deep beneath
the rippling surface, we stood on the bank
father & son in tempus lost:
(Our relationship, too skipping time:
years sometimes between hops...)
gutterballs & strikes at the neighborhood lanes...
Moments passed like the click & flash
of a photo until you boarded a
Silver Meteor
returning to your world,
a place where I must have been the dream
as you were a dream figure in mine.

Whistle blew, steam vented
beneath iron wheels.
Train pulled away
leaving me on the platform
a child of memories
learning once more to believe in ghosts.

(Copyright 11/21/2005)

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Comments (3)

A beautiful poem. A lovely member of my church passed last night and I also think about my aging parents, that kindness that I never want to relinguish.
Dear Hugh, An extremely touching & moving poem, Hugh. It brought back a deluge of memories of my departed old man who worked as an operations manager for the Canadian Pacific Railway. We shared the love of hockey, camping & fishing & he even supported my passion for poetry, however, on most other issues, we were worlds apart, I'm afraid. Thanks for the memories. Sincerely, Gregory
This is a strong poem...and speaks well about the confusion a child is twisted into through relationships...or the longing and hope in the absense of them. So unfair to have to start building charactor and strength at a time when one should be exploring the world, care free...adventures. Great poem.