Paradise Poem by Leslie Philibert
Paradise
Rating: ★5.0
Let me be an old man in Anatolia
Resting on a white plastic chair
Saintly in a starched white shirt
Drinking tea from a glass that has
Curves like a woman, watching
Children and traffic, nodding at
Shadows, a friend of dust and
Thin cats, weightless as a moth on
Running water, silent with the
Grace of years, half asleep.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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4/18/2024 11:05:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
though half asleep, a person could analyze like this, if full awake..enjoyable poem..