passing

 

how many times

have i sat   (facing west

 

to watch the gold-rayed sun

beyond oaken

 

softly darkening   green cast

hills)   in the  

  

company

of colin's grandfather   his

 

long silences broken

by shared thoughts meant

 

for me   gently offered   unselfish

man!

 

how many   enough to know time

matters 

 

~

 

the patio is flagstone 

laid by his

 

hands   his and emmanuel's   laid   

perhaps   

 

with days like

this in mind   day's work over 

 

their life-mates   their loves   coming

up the hill

 

together they must have sat   

in silence

 

or not   thinking

of what lay ahead   strong   

 

capable men   

their lives yet infinite   

 

~

 

colin   marcy   and marketa

join us

 

for a glass of

wine   the sun now set   the

 

air cooling   

the conversation turns to

 

the events of the day   

the note-worthy

 

and the mundane   gone

the intimacy

 

i felt   and colin's grandfather

may have

 

felt   gone   his words like waves

dissipating

  

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-05 at 14:21

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chuma okafor
This one passes well for a love poem and I like the style.
2019-06-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this a lot, a quiet poem perfectly suited to its subject.
2019-06-05