Prodigal
Nov 6th, 2009 | By Joseph Powell | Category: Poetry | 375 viewsI remember the sound of joyful noise
When I cried out your name,
The smell of your perfume;
The tears I shed
As I laid my head
At your feet.
I remember the smile on my face
As you spoke my name,
As if I was just hearing it
For the first time.
I remember,
Lord, do I remember,
Though your name rarely crosses
My lips anymore;
My eyes are dry,
And your fragrance,
A distant memory.
And the noise I hear now,
Are the voices,
The voices,
Coming at me from all directions,
From within
And without,
Deafening,
Deafening.
And yet,
And yet,
They do not drown out
What I remember
Of you;
That which has brought me,
Stumbling,
To your doorstep,
For another whiff of your perfume,
To hear you say my name,
To lay my head at your feet;
Because I’m afraid,
I might not remember
For long.
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About jobypoet: Joseph Powell is a writer living in Burbank, CA with his wife, stepdaughter and two chihuahuas. He is the author of four poetry chapbooks and is currently working on a collection that will feature the best ones from those books and will hopefully be available soon. He is also working on a screenplay. |
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Joseph, my apologies: I posted this yesterday, but was moving too fast on the keyboard and did not realize that it posted under MY name. It is in no way, shape or form my poem; it was a keyboard accident on my part. Please accept my apology for this mistake. It is a wonderful poem; I think everyone should have a personal manifesto. It is inspiring.
the Prodigal wake up my memories and thus silenced me – your verses exchanged my wish to talk to need to say something worthy comments. Thus I discovered Thank You once again.
We never had met before, yet I want to address you as my dear Joseph. Can I?
Thank you
Tomas from http://candleday.wordpress.com/