Written by Elwood Jake
old man fiddle
dark brown,she sings soft hymns
as he plays deft tune
from the heart of
ancient paths well trod
music of what not wants
fills the road well travelled
it speaks to us of life
and death, flower pots'n kitchen tables
filled with warm soft sprinkle love
you know, that kind oft saught,
seldom found
old man fiddle
dark brown, she sings soft hymns
as he plays deft tune
3 comments:
Very nice poem. I love the somber mood and reflection of "... kitchen tables filled with warm soft sprinkle love."
Thanks for sharing.
you should be posting your poems here more often, because its such a treat to read them, and they should be shared. This one, so beautiful, so simple, so 'filled with warm soft sprinkle love'. It's that perfect end of day sitting and swinging on the porch sort of love. Thanks for sharing it.
AmandaLyn
That's our Elwood
simple yet complex..his work always floors me
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