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
- Agonizing picture of human existence(Rural Life) by Seema Gupta
- The City That Will Not Repent by Vachel Lindsay
- The Female of the Species by Rudyard Kipling
- Brothers poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Поляки-крестьяне, чтоб вольными быть…
- The Symptoms of Love by William Cowper
- Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
- Юлия Друнина – Забытая тетрадь, Истертые листы
- Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
- Maktoob
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- Ольга Ермолаева – На каблуках-то и то к голове удалой
- It’s no use by Sappho
- Listen To The Mustn’ts by Shel Silverstein
- The River by Mark Olynyk
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