IN MY THOUGHTS OF LATE : SOME THOUGHTS ON MY FATHER (1)

He would not have seen

from here

the view west

as the end-of-May sun

edges into the frame

and warms & lights-up

his old room

where i sit

this afternoon

listening to the sounds

of a Chinese bamboo flute

he would have had an empty sky...

 

He would not have seen

these tops of trees

his plum   his bay

or the neighbour's sweet chestnuts

for they now clear the sill

altogether changed

since his passing

he would have had an empty sky...

 

He would not have seen

too much of the sky

bed covers pulled over his head

dying

 cocooned from the world

&

 i recall one of "his" famous lines...

"The old order changeth

making way for new"

[MORTE D'ARTHUR]

if my memory serves me well!

 

Here

in his old room

 i will follow

more like 

some "crazy cloud"

or one of those speeding

 wheeling doves

in an ever-changing sky...

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

27th/MAY/2014

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