long face
(his Old Man's face)
Large eyes flat
till the bagpipes sounded
When were you and me together?
You and me together, have it said
Lean in
to poverty
The fits:
insistence
energy brightness
lambent hands
Friday last,
he disappears
This poem is written in memory of a quiet man.
ReplyDeleteEach day brings us closer
ReplyDeleteDelicate and touching....
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is all Marie says it is.
ReplyDelete"Touching quiet" as well..
ReplyDeleteNice work, WB.
ReplyDeleteThank you, All.
ReplyDeleteTom, the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards link was perfectly apt. Something was laid down softly in the head.