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
- Immigrant by Walter William Safar
- Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. by Walt Whitman
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- The Rowers by Rudyard Kipling
- The Deserter by Winifred Mary Letts
- St. Winefred’s Well poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition poem – John Keats poems
- Silence by Marianne Moore
- Cino poem – Ezra Pound poems
- On The Loss Of The “Royal George” by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”:
- Василий Жуковский – Был у меня товарищ
- The Living Lost by William Cullen Bryant
- Today by Siegfried Sassoon
- Beach Glass poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
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