a father's day elegy

Kevin Michael Bloor

Upon the season’s sultry breeze
the lilac wastes her perfumed breath,
while sunlight streams through trembling trees
to light the land of midnight death.

The Swallows sigh upon the wing,
the Swift and Song Thrush sing so soft,
as Eagle, on his throne, as king,
above the clouds soars safe aloft.

And I, an orphan, dare to dream,
though I am quintessential dust.
Beneath the sky, I vainly scheme,
to turn the tide of doubt to trust.

But oh, my Father, where are you,
on this sad summer’s soulless day?
From bones now cold and steely blue
does soul of yours still pine away?

Beside your long-neglected grave,
I stand all statuesque and stare,
as glimmer of the life you gave
pours through my veins like pilgrim's prayer.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2022 04:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: For my dad on father's day. It seems like he left us a lifetime ago. Missed him for my entire life. I hope to see him soon in the grand reunion: Resurrection Day!!!!!! and eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 7
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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  • Accidental Poet

    Kevin, I sense in Heaven, a very proud father of his son. A fine tribute to your dad. 😉

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