Wild Goose Poetry Review

Contemporary Poetry, Reviews, and Commentary

Tim Peeler, “Old Man Poems”

with 5 comments

Tim Peeler

Jazz gathering in darkness over the farm,
Waiting for morning’s icy mirror.
Looking for the moon, you only find
A cloudy glow like a death shining back through,
Tranquility’s price, and you dig
How the horns hover around the melody,
Your heartbeat, death’s dance.
You look one more time for the moon
And find it in the paint thinner finish
Of peaty scotch, an icy amber mirror,
Jazzy death’s dance, tranquility’s price.

Written by wildgoosepoetryreview

June 19, 2014 at 9:56 am

Posted in Uncategorized

5 Responses

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  1. Wonderful, as always.


    June 19, 2014 at 3:09 pm

  2. Raw, simple, and sad. Really evocative!


    June 19, 2014 at 6:10 pm

  3. Wowsa! Incredible poem, Tim! Jazz, scotch, moon, death. What a powerful concoction.


    June 19, 2014 at 6:11 pm

  4. I can’t help loving those hovering horns . . . the image is perfect!

    Phebe Davidson

    June 22, 2014 at 2:20 pm

  5. Ducky, just ducky! Love it!

    Maren O. Mitchell

    June 28, 2014 at 11:31 pm

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