
photo credit: tolbert
i watched the roses die
in the empty corner
disney mouse with his football
another holding a bat and glove
pig and a baseball
empty walls and bicycle
built for music
that plays softly like a serenade
pieces of life don’t measure too long
on any scale
adonai, acoustic, majors and minors
metrics, length, pounds, ounces, grams
in the end there is a corner
where roses die
and red fades away
and the color scale
doesn’t matter
anymore
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tolbert (24 Posts)Born in Virginia and raised in North Carolina, I have Southern roots that were extracted when I lived close enough to Berkeley in the late sixties and early seventies to taste the influences of the pursuit of freedom. As a student at San Jose State University I watched William Kuntsler expound on the values of free speech and he offered more education in an hour, on the lawn by the baseball diamond than most professors gave in a full semester.
Married for thirty years, I have two grown daughters and three grandkids,..and two Boston Terriers.
“pieces of life don’t measure too long
on any scale”
I loved the poem, Tolbert, and this line is especially heart-wrenching in capturing what some of us feel—- until a light shines our wounded psyches. Roses die and colors fade, but “there is a corner” meant to be found in which life grows and blooms once more. That is my fervent wish for you.
Your poetic words are always filled with enormous depth and resounding beauty, even in the darkest of corners.
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Profound sadness here. Very beautiful words.