Grandfather Poem by Jane L. Carman

Grandfather

Rating: 4.9


Gazing at the still
white body
I half-expect
water colored eyes
to open
man-made teeth
to bare
in a grin
nine bony fingers
to tickle my ribs
or feet
I wait for
thin white lips
to speak
be still
good day
good-bye
good-bye
even make-up
subtle blue cushions
hopeful mums
deep irises
cannot hide
the cold
gray
chill

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gregory Gunn 22 August 2006

Given the grave subject matter, the abbreviated line lengths add to the sense of bleakness. The final eight lines are impressively powerful.

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Jane L. Carman

Jane L. Carman

Galesburg, Illinois
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