old men settle
like the last ashes
of a strongly worded editorial
in a newspaper -
burnt,
crumbling,
but carrying reminders
of words once powerful.
old men huddle
in centres
that have long since lost
their magnetism.
centres that once drew
the most powerful thoughts -
now host
shuffling cards,
shuffling gaits,
shuffling shoulders.
old men whisper
wars can be won
and fortunes can be lost
with all that they have to tell you
if only you
listen
observe
absorb.
old men gather like continents
much like the mass of land
holds everything above it -
rooted
stable
sure
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
old men settle
like the last ashes
of a strongly worded editorial
in a newspaper -
burnt,
crumbling,
but carrying reminders
of words once powerful.
old men huddle
in centres
that have long since lost
their magnetism.
centres that once drew
the most powerful thoughts -
now host
shuffling cards,
shuffling gaits,
shuffling shoulders.
old men whisper
wars can be won
and fortunes can be lost
with all that they have to tell you
if only you
listen
observe
absorb.
old men gather like continents
much like the mass of land
holds everything above it -
rooted
stable
sure
Somewhat inspired by the poem on old women in the JC English text that I have no memory of
