A Man Past Prime Poem by Doris Cornago
A Man Past Prime
Summertime brings lazy thoughts
A cool tall drink frosty green
Crushed ice, straw between
Parched lips seek solace
Pool across looks dross
Body and soul in moss
Garden somewhere
Lies in dire neglect
Angels genuflect
Repent, for lost
Times, a man
Past prime
Memories
Collects
Softly
Touch
Silken
Colored
Ribbonettes
Flimsy cardboard
Boxes nestling inside
Glass walls neatly stacked
Reward of times served in war
Medals of valor, purple hearts adore
Yet fingering metal recall mounting anger
Tumultuous unending gunfire, echoing madly
Garden somewhere lies in dire neglect - something in the past I've resisted from thinking about again as I'm unable to lift them up from their derelict condition. They are these living memorials of past and present wars, lost causes and forgetfulness, guilt beyond forgiveness.
I'm sorry again for the glitch which causes the word silken to hike up and disrupt the beautiful K pattern. I love writing poems as a man loves me dearly, and these poems are just the overflow of that love. If angels sneak in and some expressions tend to be trite or cliche, don't agonize please but forgive my laziness.: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/12/2024 8:24:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem, needs more than one readings.Loved it1