woensdag 1 oktober 2014

The old man and the tree

Under broad and bushy eyebrows staring
misty watery eyes in their last light
wrinkles that carves this grooves into his sight
writing pain in old age and gesturing

the tree in front of his house gave him ease
protecting and robust, not fleeing storm
catching the hardest blows, there for the form
profoundly sad and leafless in disease

gray and silky hair that you can count now
a toothless mouth almost, to try to tell
the effort to live life, so sad, so slow

the man, the tree, they have given it how
they used to know, waiting for the last spell  
at the end, to find hope at God’s rainbow.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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