Glints

img_5066Glints

I look out at my parents’ patio, pained
by the presence of
the absence of
my dad, the gaps
in his smile when aged, glints
of gold filling.

I don’t see him especially
in the “new” cushions (now old
no matter how saved when not in use) and in
the even older cushions now used mainly
by geckos–
where he once lifted thinning limbs
in time to a music that was also old then,
beloved tunes I have to work to catch
in a flash in the brain pan, glints
of gold
filling–

 

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Very drafty Instapoetry for Bjorn Rudberg’s prompt on With Real Toads to write a poem what one sees out a window in less than 100 words.  I am visiting Florida right now, so wrote of that. 

This poem is also some consecutive number for April, National Poetry Month. Photo is mine and basis of poem.  I am quite worn out at the moment, and may be late returning comments. 

I thank all for their support and inspiration in this month of poetry.  

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12 Comments on “Glints”

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    I love this very much. I have my own present absences to contemplate with certain views! I particularly like what you did by altered placements to change the meaning of ‘glints of gold filling’.


  2. I like how the shadows in the image suggest a sense of presence left behind, as suggested in your poem. Beautiful.


  3. Oh those glints of gold… Like that memory that always is there.

  4. Gillena Cox Says:

    “by the presence of
    the absence of”

    this is an absolutely adorable phrase, luv the way you represented your memories and longings in the image and in your words.

    much love…

  5. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    These little golden fillings mean a lot in our lives.

  6. Sanaa Rizvi Says:

    Beautifully poignant 🙂

  7. whimsygizmo Says:

    I was already deeply, sadly enamored of the phrase “by the presence of the absence of” (absence carries its own weight indeed, its own presence)…and then THIS:
    “my dad, the gaps”

    These words isolated on their own line say SO much. There are just so many gaps left behind when someone leaves us. I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for this beautiful piece.

  8. C.C. Says:

    Oh my. The details in this…the title…the glints of gold and of memories and emotion. This is so heavy with emotion. Very powerfully written.


  9. There are some beautiful images in this poem. Thanks.

    Hope everything’s fine.

    Greetings from London.


  10. Sometimes the view is full of tears.


  11. Had to smile at the “new’ old cushions. I let mine take the sun and rain and replace them almost every year – so different form my parents who store them away so much they rarely get used. I feel the emotion in your words…


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