In an Old Loft, Above My Garage
By don
In An Old Loft, Above My Garage
It is made of old, wrinkled wood,
which keeps interrupting me
with those creaks and groans,
like an old man sitting in a rocking chair
while he mutters childhood stories
and old proverbs to the child
leaning against his legs.
I put my pen down, lean
against the dusty, cracked wall,
and listen.
I really like:
It is made of old, wrinkled wood,
which keeps interrupting me
with those creaks and groans,
like an old man sitting in a rocking chair
while he mutters childhood stories
and old proverbs
not sure how to put this in, but think its needed:
to the child
leaning against his legs.
while I don’t really feel this works:
I put my pen down, lean
against the dusty, cracked wall,
and listen.
——
can the walls be the old man’s legs and you the child? I might try that out for a poem.
Chase - 14 05 08 - 22:13
