Alone they are bare, derelict, hollow
A consummation of your life’s tears.
Words, such magical creatures
When found in an old notebook,
Change course of life.
Tucked them away in the old cupboard
Didn’t you – dad?
Thought that will keep them from the world, but me?
In the attic you left more for me than you think
Or, I’ll ever admit
Yellow, torn pages, genes, poetry.
I am linking this poem to Dversepoets Poetics, on the theme of “evolving as a poet”. When I was a young boy, I discovered poetry written by my father and took to writing. So literally an afternoon when I found his diary while playing attic, changed the course of my life. Hope you like it. Join in to read some wonderful poetry.
Oh! I hope you’ll like the song and see why I added it.