I've decided to focus on poetry for a while and i thought that this might be a nice pace to share some, if, by any chance, someone happens to visit this blog.

Here is the latest poem I wrote, just last Friday. Let's see how many I can get here before the end of the summer.
Joe

Reflection

Papa held the camera

for all sixteen years that I knew him.

Papa is on the other side of the blanket

where the five of us mug.

Mom, the boys, and me

make scary faces

and he stuffs them into his camera.

At the far end of the room,

Papa’s flash douses the sixteen candles

on the birthday cake

Mom sets before me.

“Puff your cheeks but don’t blow.”

the camera demands.

In the dark, it’s glass eye is all I can see.

Having shown us how to grab the knot in the rope

and swing out over the icy mountain creek

down at the Hollow,

Papa snaps JB’s laughing terror

at letting go.

Papa caught graduations, track meets, driving lessons, first dates

but also

homework sessions, dish washing, TV snacking,

then, his heart stopped.

And the only photos of him we have

are us.

--Joe Bellacero