This man i passed in his street level window
in his old-man blue and white striped underpants
plays guitar to sheet music propped up by useless
paper stacks. In my world flowers overstay their welcome
and die, casually, a little bit every day
and i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets,
among the art and the lies …
but the potential is there
like the smell of garlic wafting from an overcrowded
kitchen pot … this man finds a chord, i hear it from
a mile away and cry.
written 2.25.13
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So beautiful, Jody. So evocative.
This inspired a response–what your poem says to me.
~Anna's Granddaughter, Sherry Cox [email me]
A sideways glance
A pause to inspect further
Recognition and regret
Diffusing into comprehension
Release into acceptance in the sun…
As she slips into her rosy sunset gown.
Inspiration and gracious beauty
Infuse our being, wash the Soul
We are summoned forward then to ground the Spirit
By the aromas of the hearth, but we recall.
So beautiful, Jody. So evocative.
This inspired a response–what your poem says to me.
~Anna's Granddaughter, Sherry Cox [email me]
A sideways glance
A pause to inspect further
Recognition and regret
Diffusing into comprehension
Release into acceptance in the sun…
As she slips into her rosy sunset gown.
Inspiration and gracious beauty
Infuse our being, wash the Soul
We are summoned forward then to ground the Spirit
By the aromas of the hearth, but we recall.
Thank you Sherry – that gorgeous piece of writing brought me some sun on a very very rainy day! looking forward to reconnecting….
Thank you Sherry – that gorgeous piece of writing brought me some sun on a very very rainy day! looking forward to reconnecting….
Lovely! I get the smell of garlic, and the casually dying flowers. There is both generosity of spirit and also a dignified restraint here. Very well balanced, and not a word out of place.
Lovely! I get the smell of garlic, and the casually dying flowers. There is both generosity of spirit and also a dignified restraint here. Very well balanced, and not a word out of place.
really nice….i like the turn from the man to the talk of flowers and then the come back to the man…as it allows us to see the same in him…and ending on how the music moved you is a great touch…
really nice….i like the turn from the man to the talk of flowers and then the come back to the man…as it allows us to see the same in him…and ending on how the music moved you is a great touch…
This really is touching as I can visualize the man and his guitar..the last line sealed the poem.
This really is touching as I can visualize the man and his guitar..the last line sealed the poem.
Terrifically poignant – delicately expressed.. I particularly loved: ' i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets' Great stuff..
Terrifically poignant – delicately expressed.. I particularly loved: ' i swim among the petals, like beautiful regrets' Great stuff..
Thank you all for your comments and for reading! I truly appreciate it!
Thank you all for your comments and for reading! I truly appreciate it!
this man finds a chord, i hear it from a mile away and cry.
beautiful.
this man finds a chord, i hear it from a mile away and cry.
beautiful.
Thank you!
Thank you!