Anthony Di'anno

(Yorkshire)

Sparing The Rod one i


My father always stood at the thin end of his sarcasm,

A great gaping chasm.

A bare foot from the buckle,
wrapped round his right knuckle,

opposite the sharp end of his thick belt.

Which ofen I felt.

He enjoyed trying to break me.

And he knew that he never actually would.

Today I thank him for helping to season my blood.

I remember he liked Johnny Cash and also Floyd Tillman.

Sometimes he almost seemed human.

If only he could.

But he thought I was a horse to be ridden.

Allong cobble and midden.

Never did he spare his rod.

He believed he could break me.

Wherever he trod.

I walked away at fourteen.

Never to be seen.

Again by him or his God.

Unbroken.

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 23, 2014

Topic(s): Childhood


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Sparing The Rod one i by Anthony Di'anno )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie - 997 Points Victoria Donnelly (4/22/2013 9:59:00 AM)

    You articulate well the parental shortcomings that went far beyond moral discipline.....as the eldest of six I often think I suffered my siblings shortcomings too....a painful read in every sense. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 79 Points David Wood (4/22/2013 6:12:00 AM)

    A great poem Anthony but how sad. Love is the most important thing a parent can give. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 586 Points Babatunde Aremu (4/22/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    Great poem. Thank God for the rod not spared. That's what made you who you're now. Great poem, I like it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 586 Points Paul Brookes (4/21/2013 3:55:00 AM)

    I konw where your coming from, my dad was a bit like that, I left home at 16 never a backward glance; so this poem had resonance with me. I wrote a poem called He Called Father about it take a look if you like. I've just done something I hate other poeple doing recommending thier own poems, so I'll give myself a mental slap on the wrist. Well written thanks for sharing BB : O) (Report) Reply

Read all 6 comments »

New Poems

  1. Chadjeordie, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. Miss Fatma, Ali Nawroz
  3. Everything Goes On, Fatima Nusairat
  4. From Fear to Greed..., Mr. Nobody
  5. Abandonment's Pain, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Lingerings, Stephen Warren Williams
  7. Love is Heaven's Bliss, Aftab Alam
  8. Nobody F-in' Loves Me! : D, Mr. Nobody
  9. Waiting Solo, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. When My Death Comes, Shalom Freedman

Poem of the Day

poet John Clare

I love to see the old heath's withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Grace Paley

 

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  3. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  4. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  5. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  6. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  7. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  10. Flower, Rabindranath Tagore

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]