Saturday, November 5, 2016

The Question to Trolls These Days 
A father's response to his son's question 
A man's response to a troll's questions 


The Question (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The time and question both have met at last
While reasons seem to wander off once more
Perhaps it’s meant for just us to explore
What trace of fate has caused our common past
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I was the one there watching at you side
I tried to be what no one was for me
We played at being just a family
A dream two little boys would be denied
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Why did I stay I guess you want to know
So easy just to blame it all on love
And all the noble things which we think of
So lost in tangled webs made long ago
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Am I your father who is sitting here
Or just a man who stayed to bear his tear


A son's questions to his father draws out this Shakespearean sonnet. This Shakespearean sonnet uses the less popular rhyme scheme of: ABBA CDDC EFFE GG. There is no word play. This allows every line to pull at our feelings. 

I performed many funerals for the Masons. Sometimes s family member would relate to me a story about the deceased. A man related to me this tender story. When he was a young man he was alone with his father doing the dishes. He asked his father where his mother was. It seems that the mother was not around much on the weekends. He remembers his dad falling sad and staring into space. "Your mother has things to do." The father went on to tell about the broken home that he had come from. He didn't want his son to go through the same experience. That's why he has tried to spend the weekends with his son. This was not the family life the father had planned. He still loved his wife very much and hopes the son did too. "My father knew where my mother was, but never told me." "I once asked my dad the ultimate question. To which I didn't get an answer." 

Is life perfect? Here we had a man who was in love and stuck with a woman who lived two lives. Dealing with the situation and wanting his son's life to be better than his, he worked to make up for a deficiency. Now, we can go back and point to the man's poor childhood. But who is to say what was that made this beautiful person? The wife? Who knows what was driving her life. Maybe it was best that she not influence a child's mind. We can all agree that life can be confusing. Or is it human beings that are confusing? We and life just don't  mesh. Then there is the "full picture". I don't know. I like to believe that life is perfect. Perfect and growing. I like to believe that we too are growing. Growing and claiming our part of existence. But here we are. doesn't that point to a level of perfection? Is life perfect? As we open the door to discover, Enjoy. 


For now, let's discover: Juzhin "Don't Cry Ma Darling" 

Before we cross this bridge... 


A troll is a class of mythological being that dwell in isolated rocks, mountains or caves, whose legend started in Norway. The story of the troll on a bridge was made famous in a story by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe in their Norske Folkeeventyr, "Three Billy Goats Gruff", first published between 1841. The troll is back. Chris Smith and Jack De Sena, of Chris and Jack, recreated the encounter. 
Are we ready for the troll's riddle? "TROLLS THESE DAYS | Chris & Jack" 

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Oscar Wilde

8 comments:

  1. Perfection is something we all strive for, but I think the best you can get is perfectly imperfect, if that makes sense.

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    1. In a strange way, I get you
      Thank you signed the service oriented egotist

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  2. I know fathers and husbands in this same situation today. Its sad but I admire their strong hold on hope and love for their family.
    Lisa

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    1. One more reason to kiss our partner and say thank you.
      Thank you and enjoy

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  3. We are indeed confusing. And hopefully continue to grow.

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    1. Te person who told me the story does
      Thank for dropping in

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  4. Nice poem with a question that wasn't answered.

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    1. Some questions are best not answered.
      Thank you for the compliment

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