father's day

<p>'father’s day'</p> <p><br></p> <p>today i stand above the bones;</p> <p>my own are restless</p> <p>they strike like chimes when i walk</p> <p><br></p> <p>i am deaf to the chords.</p> <p><br></p> <p>today i stir above the bones;</p> <p>my own are fractured</p> <p>they grate like gears inside the clock</p> <p><br></p> <p>i have lost track of the time.&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>today i pray above the bones;&nbsp;</p> <p>my own are mourning&nbsp;</p> <p>they cry like gulls above the sea</p> <p><br></p> <p>endless as it is deep, this sea.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p>