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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An old man ravaged by age His gangling frame impelled against the cancerous bark of the forever weeping willow Lined with wrinkles of time, his ashen face unshaven Cast down among creeping shadows Folding my legs, I sit beside him, placing my hand upon his Immalleable bones pressing against gossamer flesh Once spry with the strength of Theseus Lost to the land of youthful reflections His fallen eyes gaze at hands entwined ere’ turning to the sky “I can’t find my home” His voice shattering Like Autumn leaves beneath Winter’s grip A friendless tear dares to fall from his pale eyes Pride of unremembered years pinching the descent of others Clinging to thin gray lashes Vanishing as quickly as it came “It was once here,” he whispers to the morning “Between the Crying Tree and Briny Sea” Built by his hands Blessed by her heart I search for balm to pour over his broken heart A meaningless quest hidden in the shadows of my guilt My words silenced by shame and regret I sit silently beneath the Crying Tree Reclaiming his hand, twisted fingers scrape across biting whiskers As if the answer lies beneath his crinkly veneer “She curled her toes in the wet sand, I stood on the edge of the sea” “Gazing westward for a something not here” Bristling winds steals his gravely words from my ears Leaning closer to the graybeard man, he dwells on in the past “She sang out to the sea, what are you doing my love?” “Counting waves” I tendered One for each year He had told me before— Many times— He doesn’t remember A boy and the girl together Upon jagged rocks over the crystal bay Watching the sea bathe the moon Snowy gulls awaiting the new day She whispers to the night “What are you doing” “Counting waves, one for each year,” he answers “Never stop,” her breath upon his cheek “I can’t find my home” Words suspending the past, yielding to the present “It was here, between the sea and the tree” “Can you help me find my way; she’s waiting for me” Besieged by the truth of Nevers Truth resting on my lips Never coming when he called Never without an excuse to be somewhere else A young son ravaged by rueful pangs The pendulous canopy sways overhead Emerald aromas faintly caressing the air He turns from the face of the Old Man “What are you doing?” he asks his son “I’m counting… the times I did not come” The old one takes my hand “I can’t find my home…”
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