My Father’s Hats
by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can’t be sure is there.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Алексей Толстой – Смеркалось, жаркий день бледнел неуловимо
- A Short View Of: The State Of Man by William Alexander
- Music poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Седакова – Плач
- My Modern Surrealist Mind by Shaunna Harper
- Evening by Sappho
- Forgiveness by Zaklina (Jacqueline) Filipova- Svekjarovska
- The Spires Of Oxford by Winifred Mary Letts
- ON THE SHORTNESS OF LIFE AND UNCERTAINTY OF RICHES by Abraham Cowley
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чувство
- The King of Yellow Butterflies by Vachel Lindsay
- His Phoenix by William Butler Yeats
- Some Last Questions by W. S. Merwin
- Clinic by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Friday’s Child by W H Auden
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