a poem about the memories of old men.


Air Castles

old men living decades after
the castles they've made
afraid to settle down
because naked
trees provide no shade
fragile bones of old men break
their voices start to tremble
their bodies start to shake
the old men
watch their castles crumble
down
they know
it won't be long
before judgement day
comes around



Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-22 at 14:52

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A fine rhythm to this piece, and I enjoyed the imagery, especially the parallel between the sticks of "naked trees" and the "fragile bones." Just this morning I visited the website of a poet coming to our campus tomorrow, and he listed his favorite quote as this one by Thoreau: "If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them."
2016-03-22