At DVERSEPOETS Meeting at the Bar; Critique and Craft, http://dversepoets.com/2011/10/27/meeting-the-bar-critique-and-craft-conflation/, emmett asks us to write an unrhymed conflation poem with at least two verses about ourselves. Conflation means, “To bring together: meld or fuse; to combine into one whole. I thought I would give it a try, but didn’t know it would be this painful.
When I went to post it at DVERSE, I was too late by three days. Perhaps it will find a home.
by Mike Patrick
This one is slow, methodical, and detail oriented
when working with his hands.
Absolutely linear in thoughts and action
while assembling a child’s toy.
This one paints on a friendly face
when social situations cannot be avoided.
Shy, slow, hesitant, not one to make new friends.
Fading into the background, often not even noticed.
This one is first on the scene when shots are fired;
charges forward to hit the door,
alert, always thinking, careful, aware;
a situational tactician.
This one calms an abused child,
shares his strength to help her through,
gets her to laugh, gets her to talk;
then breaks down on his way home.
This one escapes into a book
to live the hero’s life;
climbing mountains in his mind
and dispatching dragons in dreams.
This one finds comfort in nature’s quiet,
striding along the hidden glades,
walking through the falling snow,
or meditating beneath a canopy of oaks.
This one has no control,
following blindly where the muse leads.
Dripping ink on the paper,
trying to make words breathe.
This one knows love
and the complete peace
found at home
with his wife.
How can they be all me?