{"version":1,"type":"rich","provider_name":"Libsyn","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.libsyn.com","height":90,"width":600,"title":"Episode 130: Scoping","description":"This poem has been, appropriately, in the works for some time. I believe it's the first I've ever written about my father, though I have thoughts for several more. The text of the poem is at the bottom of this post, as this is another debut of a work. If you've read this far, you seem to have some interest in this podcast. Thanks for that, I appreciate it! This is more than a one-way communication, though. Your feedback is important to me. Did you like a particular rhyme scheme? Did a topic strike your fancy and you'd like to hear more poems like that? Did you absolutely hate something I read and worry that I might inflict a similar poem on you in the future? How should I know? That's where you come in. There are so many ways to get back to me: Leave a comment on my blog Comment on the Tumblr post Comment on Libsyn @ me on Twitter (@Lefthandrob) Like, comment, share on my Facebook page Visit my Instagram page Rate and review in your podcast app After listening to the podcast (or while listening), visit one of these sites and donate for the cause, because All Black Lives Matter and my fellow white (and cis) people we need to get in the game: Donate to Black Lives Matter Donate to the Souther Poverty Law Center Donate to the Equal Justice Initiative Transgender Law Center The poems will continue to flow, but so must the Justice. Scoping I'm standing on the landing Of our brand new house, staring out into the yard. My son asks me what I'm doing, and I reply That I'm thinking about something.   In my thinking I am tinkering Building out a shape, Resolving the problem. Working out the requirements As my father did So many times when I was a son.   I never gathered why it mattered why he just stood there. Staring at an empty parcel of our yard, or a wall of the house Why not just start doing?   He was scoping in that moment As he stood there still. His mind assembling the pieces and the measurements He would tell me.   Eventually I knew I would see Something new out in the yard; Or some fresh construction: Bringing craftsmanship And utility to our home.   And as I am standing on the landing Staring out the window of our brand new house, My son asking me why I was just standing there\u2026   I know that in so many small ways, I have become my father. ","author_name":"Left Hand Poetry","author_url":"http:\/\/www.robertcmurray.com","html":"