Sunday, May 29, 2011

Old Man

a voice like yours
might coax a saline bead
along my cheek.
The way you read
or speak,
the rasp in your laugh
and after you’ve sung
every bit
moving through your lungs,
with a note of grief—
rather, relief.
If one day I speak
with all your honest tone,
know from you I learned,
too, how to hold my peace.

5 comments:

Lauren said...

beautiful. as always, Dave.

L.L. Barkat said...

Love reading a poem from you again (I am still going over all the ones I have in that little book, which I love :)

K. Duane Carter said...

Excellent!!! Greatly enjoyed reading this!

Jingle Poetry said...

profound.

Jingle Poetry said...

Jingle appreciates your support to our poetry potluck.
Our week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme is welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U this Sunday!
Stay Blessed,
Love and hugs.
xoxox