Saturday, July 08, 2006

Ode to Reading Glasses

He slowly crept in my head
Innocent
He tickled my attention
Unexpected
He’s on the projection screen
Ovation
He’s a slapstick main event
Chuckle
His witty heart bruised
Accustomed
His roots are twisted
A labyrinth
His body is belligerent
Imprisoned
His branches are branchless
Scarce
His fingers beget his legacy
Vehicle
He’s a motherless father
Surrogate
He has food on his lips
Nourishing
He's as sincere as a dog
Soothing
He kisses my forehead
Blue contact
He lies in the lap of a sunset
Breathless
He makes me afraid
Distance



(for a man I'd like to call friend)

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Friend.

5:28 PM  
Blogger Douglas Cootey said...

Beautifully expressed.

Your poetry is improving in its ability to evoke emotion. Very nicely written.

Douglas Cootey
The Splintered Mind

4:27 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

{{speechless awe}}

7:27 PM  
Blogger angrygrrface said...

beautiful. sweet. sad.

10:41 AM  

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