Time's DriftwoodA Poem by Odin RoarkFor writers, there’s always the next chapter, the revised poem, the memoir-in-waiting, and a learned trust in the digital age of preserved existence. (Image by Ripkin)
Time’s Driftwood
by Odin Roark From worn paths seen through heavy mist, where rubber balls once bounced, bicycle tires rolled, sneakers kicked rocks, Vibram soles trekked. To transient echoes heard distant, where taxi horns blew, subway rails labored loud, pigeons cooed serenely, radio controlled sail boats dotted Central Park’s lake. Returned where gentle touches made rewarding mother’s love, child’s security, father’s confidence, grandfather’s trust, grandmother’s faith. Remembered as breath experienced, fate honored, harvested, used, recycled. Some become time’s digital driftwood, life’s residue finding purchase, becoming written words in a cloud of perpetuity. © 2016 Odin Roark |
StatsAuthorOdin RoarkTalent, ORAboutBackground in NY/LA entertainment and arts, Now Novelist/Poet/Humanist. Two novels published: ECHOSIS, 3 WAY MIRROR. Poems published in "Said and Unsaid" Vol 1. In 2012 - 2 volumes of my poetry were.. more..Writing
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