Reading Cohen on Christmas morning

Reading Cohen on Christmas morning
Poems of love and loss and yearning

The book a gift
From my elder son
Given on Christmas Eve

Poems of love and desire
And mourning
For flesh, for touch, for skin
For heart, for meaning.

“As soon as I saw it,” said my son
“Knew it was the one, the only one.”

Reading Cohen on Christmas morning
The house asleep
The visitors coming
But not for hours

On the page
The words are as sparse
As in song
But no sounds
No guitar, no singing, no chords
Minor or otherwise
Ink, black ink
On space, white space
Space to ponder
Space to wonder
Space to wander in ignorance

Like millions of others
I’m a fan, not a scholar
No expert
No insights
But still a sense
That there’s something
In the way he moves
Doesn’t need many words
Three or four to a line sometimes

Reading Cohen on Christmas morning
House quiet
Visitors still distant
My son two hundred miles away now
With his partner and her family
You can’t be in two places at once.

Reading Cohen on Christmas morning
Poems of love and loss and yearning

 

 

2 comments

  1. That’s beautiful Vin. Yes we miss our children when they are away… I’ve never read Cohens poetry. I hope you had a great Christmas celebration.
    I have a sore foot at the moment, so no TT for me.
    W

    Sent from my iPhone

    • Thanks Walter. If you’ve listened to Leonard Cohen, you’ve effectively read his poetry. As for table-tennis, there will be time one day. The health of your foot is more important than top-spin forehand drives down the backhand line.

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