Hemingway
With his white
beard
Sitting on a bench
Pensive
head down,
stands up
And suddenly
disappears
Into a laneway,
By the library.
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Hemingway
With his white
beard
Sitting on a bench
Pensive
head down,
stands up
And suddenly
disappears
Into a laneway,
By the library.
I have seen that
Potent look
On faces
So much like a nod;
It is a look
Of immediacy
And relief.
It says :
I have called out ;
You have taken time
and are present and
I am
Reassured.
Faces of a Cohen
A life in The Word
A human
Condition;
Testament to
That crack in everything
That lets the light in.
#poem #poetry #micropoetry
When old worlds end
And new worlds begin
We long
For simplicity & comfort
Of old worlds,
But change doled out
Is the only certainty,
And creation a necessity
The chill
the choices
time rolls on
what matters is
we keep trying