Apr/May 2010 Poetry |
Silent Echoes
My father lost his hearing
soon after he retired
or rather he gave it up.At first his hearing became
selective as befits
a man of a certain agebut over time he lost all
interest in listening and
his ears forgot how to hear.He wrapped himself in silence
like an old comforter
to protect himself from usand from our onslaught of words.
Sundays I'd sit with him
and we'd feed the swans on thepond outside of the hospice.
From a distance I'm sure
we looked like some old couplewith nothing more to say and
no desire to say it
which was not far from the truth.
Casual Poetry
This will come to an end soon.
I know we've just begun but
I thought it best to be straight
with you. You seem like adecent sort of reader and
I don't want to pretend that
this is ever going to
be more than what it is.So it would be better all
round if we didn't get too
involved. You understand that
it's nothing personal.It's only words and words don't
mean squat so don't read too much
into them. It's not like we're
engaged or anything.