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You might recognize the inference to the American folktale, "Rip Van Winkle." In my poem, the old man comes alive to his surroundings and longs to pass down what he knows to the future generations.
though rather late, I woke up
i might have thought I wasted time in nodding
but what a wonderful dream I had
the hoary woods crew
danced on my eyelids
sourced balsam scent and poppies
the floaters
fresh and cruel motivators
i limp along, with a beard so long, and cane
my knee’s bent, my pace slowing
but shadow’s spreading
as I part my lips, dandelion seeds sail
through gentle
waves of wind toward
generation gaps
the stories
i will tell of flagons, empty dragon’s breath
joy of open eyes
how sunlight revives the tenderness of life
implement the words of Solomon the wise
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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