12 April 2016

Dad's Ears*

As wise as old men’s ears,
I remember reading
but have forgotten where. 
The image stuck.  The ears—
wrinkled, mysterious—
entered my dreams and spoke
of experience, ancient
pink rhododendrons  
weighted with drops of rain
attracting honey bees.

I hope I am the bee,
industriously taking
my father’s wisdom
seriously, no matter
how I might have rejected
his counsel years past.
I, too, am aging and
diseases touch me where
I had hoped to remain
flowering forever.     

Inspired by Writer's Digest 2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 12 challenge to write a serious or a silly poem.

*Note:  All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.

Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast


Mama Zen said...

I think this is beautiful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I resonate with having hoped I would remain flowering forever. Good one, Susan.

Chloe said...

I like the rhythm of your poem. it is imbued with wisdom.

Nicholas V said...

Our ears keep growing as we get older and men's ears get hairier too... I hope it's for listening more and for filtering out the babble. Perhaps that's what makes us wiser? :-)