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short Poems by Russ Jennings
A wonderful man who just died at the age of 96 years is a member of our writers group. I'm not really in to poetry, but Russ is a savant IMO and so in his honor and to enrich the lives of whomever reads these, I'm posting a few of his poems.
Old Men’s Talk.
Old men talk of things
They did or had or lost.
Use weak words
That lean or dodge like,
Might or would, or should,
As they shuffle along
Dimly marked trails
In failing light.
RAJ
7/26/10
Firefly
In this dusk I recall
The field below our hill
Where half your years ago
We watched the slow dance
And flare of fireflies.
Caught light fluttered
As your cupped hand
Carried the offering
To the jar I held.
My time is now a light
I carry carefully,
Like a child’s gift.
RAJ>
Fall Fishing
Beside a plane of pond
I fish for the self
Reflected in a sky
Where congregations
Of fat clouds crowd
Another me tethered
In that plane
I take as substance.
I offer a silent plea
For a tug of hope
To make me real.
10/9/10
RAJ
Old Men’s Talk.
Old men talk of things
They did or had or lost.
Use weak words
That lean or dodge like,
Might or would, or should,
As they shuffle along
Dimly marked trails
In failing light.
RAJ
7/26/10
Firefly
In this dusk I recall
The field below our hill
Where half your years ago
We watched the slow dance
And flare of fireflies.
Caught light fluttered
As your cupped hand
Carried the offering
To the jar I held.
My time is now a light
I carry carefully,
Like a child’s gift.
RAJ>
Fall Fishing
Beside a plane of pond
I fish for the self
Reflected in a sky
Where congregations
Of fat clouds crowd
Another me tethered
In that plane
I take as substance.
I offer a silent plea
For a tug of hope
To make me real.
10/9/10
RAJ
