The Absent Father

[Delta40]

The Absent Father

How far away it must seem
This distance that lends no view
To my front door
What long dusty treks
Will take you aloft
On journeys which you think you should travel?
Where will you soak up the sun
And slowly unravel
In the light of those
Who delight you so?

On the soft dusky glow
You will drift back to the West
In your Sunday best
To squint through dwindling sight
Across this short distant greying light
Where my eyes can see there is no view
Assisting you
To my front door

[kiz_paws]

That was sweetly sad, Delta. I liked it. :)

[Silas Thorne]

Ah, yes...poetry! :thumbs_up
I bow to you and to your gift.

Do you write song lyrics too? Some of the lines seem to flow like they are part of a song, though you may not have intended this.

With respect,
Silas

[Delta40]

Thanks Silas. Until recently I was a songwriter. However my lack of talent on the guitar limited my ability to express what was going on inside of me. I just discovered that perhaps poetry (although I know ABSOLUTELY nothing about it) may be the avenue I need. I am not hampered and have more freedom of expression - I think!