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Poetry, according to poempig, should be on every page of a newspaper. This poem demonstrates the possibilities for poetry. This is a poem on one level about sport and a boys love of sport. But there is also a deeper ache to this poem. It is about loss and a father’s love and a boy moving into the bigger world. 

    for Rohan

sporting events

you call them

summoning the family

to a medley of gamesessendonfc

humouring your sister

encouraging your mother

fair in your challenge

forever teaching

me to be a surer kick

a better dad

tall as my father

you never knew

you’re still growing

ready to move

to a bigger league

no transfer fee charged 

your seat always kept free

for home games

  Rodney Williams

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           First published in page seventeen, Issue 5, 2007 #mce_temp_url#

            Editor: Tiggy Johnson

            Rodney Williams recently ran a Haiku and Tanka writing workshop at a writer’s festival in Warragul, Vic. Here is a link to an interview he gave on ABC Radio on Firday 17th July, 2009.     #mce_temp_url#

 Some of his writing is included on this ABC website.

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Poempig finds this poem fascinating.Rodney Williams_photo_resized-3 It appears, at first, to be a simple poem.

It captures one moment in the poet’s life. This poem describes beautifully a flaw of our human condition. We are social animals yet too often our memory is rich on one level and faulty on another leaving us socially inept. We are immobilized by dithering or stuck in a state of indecision. 

On another level the poem tells, in quick snap shots, the very complicated story of another life. 

was that you, by god, after thirty years

outside a roadhouse where I bought

flowers for mother’s day?

she’s passed on since, but your old girl

she was gold, paying me to mow her lawn

a chore that you refused

hell, that must have been you, the kid who held

the biggest parties of boyhood

with ice-cream soft-drink spiders fizzing

and a slot-car set that filled a room –

once you rolled our billy-cart down our hill

right beneath a reversing truck

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by jesus, that was you for sure

my drinking buddy of underage teens

in our fathers’ footsteps

staggering arm in arm down the milky way-

when first busted for dope, you employed no counsel

expecting a bond, amazed by conviction

That was you, by christ, still with pixie-point ears

sizing me up with a squint

you’d learnt doing time inside-

your nephew told me years and beers ago

how he’d gone to a brothel on a footy trip

only to find your wife, his aunt

for god’s sake, that was you, off to your car

and I hate myself now for not calling your name

Rodney Williams

Rodney Williams is a widely published Victorian poet and literature teacher. This poem appeared in The Paradise Anthology 02 available at Readings Bookshop. #mce_temp_url#

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