A very well crafted image again. The echo of the past, a memory of love and a junction still softly trembling like a gossamer, associated and evoked by the dust of a being. It's the emotional connection we carry on in our hearts and bodies, ringing through us. The sound of reminiscing, sonic leftovers which add to ourselves.
This is a masterpiece !! I love the description of the man's bones and the mention of the structure of the face ........ then the reader discovers it his the writer's dad wow love it...
and yes dust to dust with all living creatures
what a talent you are.... hope you are read always
Very cool title concept for this poem about hearing the voice and manner of a departed father. So powerful. I loved,
"voice of ash
still resonates from the churning urn"
So good!
I'm really hoping some of that good dust went into my kids.you know the kind like yours that blows around helping things grown beautiful, making sneezes so we know we are really still alive. The kind that the lungs choke on....gasping for more breath to create words and wisdoms....more life....more love.....
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your insightful words, Queenie...what a beautiful response...
everyone has said it pretty well... we are most often our father's son (or daughter) and he stays with us always and no crystal balls are needed to see him...
it is never really easy to see our mom or dad go, even if somewhat expected... it takes us into a world where ghosts live and speak and where nothing is the same anymore...
I love your poem Jacob, it may say, "Father's Love", but it speaks loudly of "Son's Love" in return...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..