He does not
lie in his corner anymore -
like he used to.
He has found a new corner,
in a new place,
with prettier tiles
and greener sheets.
He does not
call for company anymore -
new characters have inhabited
his old house -
and every now and then,
above the persistent humming
of the microwave oven
and the air conditioner -
I can still hear the flicking
of a worn out lighter
and reruns of Sanford and Son
playing quietly
in the distance.

Poetry by abitofeve
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Written on 2013-08-07 at 07:23

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Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this - this was written for my father and I hope it came across as subtle as he was.

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You have the ability to conjure images in the mind of the reader through words which are neither lucid nor vague - that's poetry.

This poem had me reflecting on the Patty Griffin song, Top of the World, which creates similar visions of someone moving from one point of being to another and yet at the core remaining the same.

Thanks for sharing your work.

The whole poem works, but the last five lines define it, at least for me. I really like this.

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Very nicely done, Abitofeve. This poem is subtle and effective.