His lingering gaze sees not
the feet slippered for comfort
that once dazzled in dancing shoes,
the sagging breasts
once jutted proud,
the grayed thinning hair
once tossed bright in moon beams,
nor the furrowed brow
hard won with pain.

But he sees her eyes
once seductive
behind shuttering eyelashes,
now serene in the calm of wisdom.
Her morning smile that awakens
to the promise of a day to ponder
ideas and thoughts and wonder.

He feels the hand grasping firm,
once rested feather light on his arm,
feels the communion of shared knowing
in a glance unseen by others.
A brushing hand once electric in touch
now a gentle reminder of their oneness.

There is the catch of breath
in his tightened throat,
only distant memories of
the hurried passions of youth,
the hours rushed past
now grown into quiet depth.

Gus Daum


About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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5 Responses to PERCEPTION

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Gus, no one is taking your place and I am missing your special talent for putting into poetry form the values, memories, and general down home touch that you can do so well. Hope you are well. Send me some catch up kind of poetry. Merry Christmas.


  2. mysticaljoy8 says:

    Gus, this is a powerful and beautifully loving tribute poem! I’m glad I finally took time to read it! MaryJo


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