Picked up a random poetry book From the crowded shelf. Quick easy hour read: Delight and wonder. Then, Found…
Fishing for Words Part 1
Words swam around in a turbulent sea,
While the fisherman,
My grandpa in his vest full of extra hooks,
Sat patiently in a still boat,
Hummed a gleeful tune,
Hoped to make a decent catch,
With his line cast deep in murky waters.
Memories of ancient days
Floating past,
Hope blends in with a fervent desire,
Nine-year-old me,
Golden curls and vivid blue eyes,
Sitting next to Grandpa,
With his pipe in his other hand,
Puffs of rich pungent tobacco;
Trying to maintain his aura of patience,
With the whole day of waiting ahead.
Grandpa shares his memories,
Words smoothly released
As if he has caught them all before;
Accidently smacking his older brother
With a baseball,
Surprise and fear follows
As Paul chases him through the park,
Through the withered gravestones
Of the Cemetary next door,
Down through the main street,
Past the old barbershop, and hardware store,
All the way home,
Till Paul catches him, pulls him down,
Stuffing dry dirt into his unwanting mouth.
“I’m sorry!” Grandpa screams over and over,
Spitting out the unwanted grime.
Paul’s forehead sticks out
Like a goose egg for a week.
Waiting still happening,
I look towards the high west mountain peaks,
As swirly cirrus clouds dance barely seen
Above us all.
I cannot grasp the anger or the fear
Felt by those brothers,
The memory placed in my own mind
By my noble grandfather.
Instead, I smell his tobacco as he blows it
Across the lake like a runner who crosses
The long-awaited finish line,
Calming my internal impatience.
Beautiful! Thankbyou for sharing ❤
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