Monday, April 8, 2013

He Died Last Week

                              ... he died last week / alone in a nursing home

                                                                                   ... this man who once fanned nineteen men 

        ... men who could knock the cover off the ball

Poem by guest poet, Cletis Stump:

Photograph by Scott Silver


  1. It is odd how we seek to leave a legacy that will go unnoticed 15 minutes after our death. Still, better to make the world better even if no one notices.

    I found this to be a little sad. Made me think. If he was happy with the ways things went than it was a successful life.

    1. Thank you so much, Bill, for reading and commenting.

  2. Thank you for posting this my friend ... The image is very appropriate for my micropoem ... worn and fading ... evocative of a life lived ...

    1. I'm honored by your presence here. Yes, that ball speaks... I'm so grateful you introduced micro-poetry to me. Thank you...


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