I
Church bells ring—
Coffin blues—
Winter winds weep.
II
Your voice sends
Centuries
into my ears.
III
Poet ghosts
on the tip
of my pencil.
IV
Leaves crackle—
Child’s arms spread—
Pure bliss soaked fun.
V
Small children—
Autumn park—
Old man’s tears drop.
About the author:
Patrick T. Randolph and his soul-inspiring wife, Gamze, live on the Mississippi. He loves all verse, but his favorite is the sing-song symphony of his wife’s hum. Randolph is currently editing a poetry anthology on the homeless. Proceeds from the project will go to benefit Wisconsin food and homeless shelters. His first book of poems, Father’s Philosophy, was published by Popcorn Press in 2006. It continues to be a bestseller for Popcorn Press.


I love this poem’s richness; it’s power; it’s reach.