Father Tom Loses the Raffle
by Patricia Gomes
Sunday, December 05, 2004
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Father Tom wants my deathbed confession.
He told me so with no shame
on his freshly shaved face.
As if I owed my perversions to him.
I'd rather a priest with a beard
administer my Last Rites,
though are they truly a necessity?
My father's heart ceased to beat without
She asks if I'm distressed.
How could I tell?
Things are as things are.
If I am, it's because of the legions
inquiring after my heritage,
as if it's their business, as if
hoping to form a bond.
Names. Gather nothing
from a name. I am
whatever I decide to call myself
today. On Thursdays, I choose
Candace. I used her in a poem once—
so did John. I hate that we share near titles.
That we write of drafts
and square buttons and lovers whose names
were onions in our soup.
I hate that he's been here
longer, that he's older.
He's used up my time
before I've gotten started,
my time, my words—
how can I not be distressed
when lobster bisque is still a riddle?
Ah, Father, you lose.
I have been a sinner,
an adulterer …
But I've done so publicly,
under my own name,
hiding from God.
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|Reviewed by Cles Wilson
|I have just engaged in a writing/reading moment in excellence.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|I do so agree with Kate. The Last stanza tells it all, and turns the tables on Father Tom. I think all priests are that expectant of us telling them our sins, when the only one we must confess to is Jesus, who is our Lord and Saviour. Very nice and truthful write Pat. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Smart, sassy and searingly on-point. The last stanza is a brilliant summation and a brilliant tables-turner, understanding that God respects honesty almost above all else! Love the 'tude in this! Sharp and surgical write, and very well done! TY Kate x|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|How did I ever miss this? Pat your work is brilliant, there is a lesson in this one for sure. I only wish you would be here more often!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Truer words were never written. Clever.|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|An awesome write ...Patricia
William .....Peace & Love
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Wow..I loved this, missed reading your outstanding poetry, this was outstanding,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|It has been awhile since I have partook of your poetetical delights. THIS one is a shining example of what I have been missing. I loved every line of it.|
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
A definitive write on one's last 'rites' - profound and resounding; exceptionally and meticulously crafted to perfection!!
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This is a wonderful combination of lucidness and mystery. Enjoyed very much.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Powerful piece !!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|You are one of the best I have ever read.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Pat you aren't here often enough, this is a feast for the soul!;-)
I'm always sated from your poems!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Let the resurrection goes to those who needs it...
Sandie May Angel :o)