Clive Culverhouse Poet Free verse

Old Jaw Harp

Aging man your shoes do not shine
upon jagged century’s wooden floor 
scuffed, swollen leathers, buckles
not laces, bereft of brush that buffed
they tap your time, just time for you
where ghosts still walk and gather
to hear, in a back room on folk night
plucking on your jaw harp, your empty
pint stoic, but full to you, as is the room
and crackling fire your applause, for off 
eyes closed, you journey with the flames
forever the beat of your own story
at peace, long after closing time, play.

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Sotto Poet October 31, 2023 at 6:26 AM Your ability to intertwine emotions and thoughts with eloquent language is truly remarkable. The composition is exceptionally well-crafted, evoking deep contemplation and provoking thought. The impact of numerous lines within this poem is particularly poignant. Thanks for your uplifting comment on my page. Clive Culverhouse October 31, 2023 at 7:08 AM Wow, thank you for your highly experienced analysis of my poem, you've certainly uplifted me with your comment, thanks for your time.

Ink Empress October 30, 2023 at 10:43 PM What a thought provoking and deep poem this is! So many lines hit really hard for me including “ eyes closed, you journey with the flames” “ where ghosts still walk and gather“ soul stirring! I love also the flow of this poem! Pleasure reading your work. Sending you light always Clive Culverhouse October 31, 2023 at 12:43 AM Thank you for your time and your kind supportive words, it's very much appreciated