Saturday, February 11, 2012

60

Echoes in the ashes,
flutter from my ears and nose.

Memories, gasping for crystal air,
flee the grasp of a stumbling tongue.

Niggling ghosts of nothing,
naked in a fading sun.

5 comments:

Bill said...

Good to see you back in action, Pat, and this one is highly evocative.

firebird said...

Wow--this one needs to be read and reread to get all the echoes and reverberations--
I love the delicacy of these images...
And happy 60th, you are far from being in the state you picture here so eloquently--not fooling me for a minute!
WE get better and riper, not faded and dry...
of course naked sounds interesting--

sage said...

Nice to see you back. Happy birthday--I turned double-nickels last month.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks! Actually I turn 60 in April, but the memory decided not to wait.

jel said...

hey Pat ,
hey man good to see ya are still kicking :)