Monday, September 1, 2008

New Poem "Salty Symphony"

Salty Symphony
9-3-08

Isn’t this only knowing
That these arms will not hold
The Gliding Drastic?
Oh great garden full of
Skinny unkempt endings.
Thought I was perspired
In this gift.
Your bitter old dull eyes
Passing slowly the years.
Oh a salty symphony.
Oh You,
Who’s bitten and tired.
Used to know eyes clear
Soaring up and climbing.
Oh you,
Who’s bitten and tired.
Soon you’ll still bind it all.
Spring can listen to you.
Linger silty eyes,
Give up the why, listen to you.
Oh the color of you,
You feel me.
You, so calm,
A greeter who carries me
A hollow feeling.
You’re hinting along
Passing slowly the years.
Oh a salty symphony.
Oh you,
Who’s bitten and tired
Spring can listen to you.
Oh you.

This poem is pretty much about an old man that is passing away and reflections on how he lived his life.

2 comments:

Syd said...

From begining to end this poem is emaculate. Very strong, leaving me with so many different feelings. My favorite line is,"Oh great garden full of
Skinny unkempt endings" :)

Reese-E said...

hey kale! tell your mom thanks for the tailgating invite and we're so sorry we didn't make it to hang out with them. the morning before the game was a bit unorganized and included getting to the stadium parking lot only an hour before the game, paying $40 for parking and then "cargating" while we hid from the "alcohol enforcement officers." haha!

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