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
- Yesterday’s Mishaps by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Robert Burns: On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood: is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington’s very looks.
- Sonnet Ii
- Николай Заболоцкий – Человек в воде
- A Green Stream. by Wang Wei
- Fairy Land ii by William Shakespeare
- Battle For Madness by Satish Verma
- In Answer to a Request poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Guinevere poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Проч руки от Китая
- Serendipity by Seema Gupta
- Cyprian, in my dream by Sappho
- If you should tire of loving me by Margaret Widdemer
- Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming by William Shakespeare
- Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old by William Wordsworth
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