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life. MAG
November 21, 2014
He lets out a whine for his rusting life –
it is deep, cold, and full of strife.
His gray hairs are bristly,
snaggly with crunch.
No angel dressed in white to invite him to brunch.
There are no gold locks that fall to her waist,
no one begs on their knees, “Don’t go with such haste.”
Your spine gives a shiver,
slicing a nerve.
What does he do? His thoughts are unheard.
He smells like old timber, crocheting warm sweaters,
a rich, frosty snow, and old, unsent letters.
He beckons her over, whispers to me “Mira,”
sighs with resolve, and murmurs “la vida.”
© Karen S., Norwalk, CT
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Jedley said...
on Feb. 27 2015 at 9:49 pm
And why not use song meter? Someone will put this to music one day! Someone so young capturing elder sadness. I think this is brilliant.
This poem was inspired by my neighbor :)
Of course, I know nothing of what goes on in hs head, though it seems so in the poem. It was based on something he said to me once. He is an older man, and he often sits inside the lobby of our apartment building to watch the cars and the passerby. One time, he said something about these cars to me in Spanish, and sighed. He leaned his head against the window frame, and exhaled "la vida". It stuck with me.