Submissions by buckaduck

I saw you, in secret.
In my head we are in glad rags,
And holding hands.

The green on the knees of your skinny jeans,
Faded in the washing machine,
Me from your memory.

I cut down our oak tree by the bayou.
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car,
So I fed it to the river.

I’m stuck in that afternoon,
When I yelled out goodbye,
But you were too far to hear me.

I’m the same now, but,
I burn my stained clothes now,
Because I'm fucking terrified-

Of washing machines.

Echoes of old stone-
Blood, quills, the stars all entwine.
A child's voice ascends.

Well, good morning, Tweety Bird,
Such a pleasant surprise,
With your mother's sharp wit,
And, lo, myself in those eyes.

How I've loved your sweet song,
Both the coos and the cries,
For the year it has been,
As the time swiftly flies.

In the contest I've invented,
Among fathers worldwide,
I've won loveliest daughter,
But you are my prize.