OPENING A SOUL


OPENING A SOUL
With a gnarled, shaking and wrinkled hand
the old man swiped drool from corners of his mouth
on to faded, thread bare khaki pants
raising the mouth harp to his now dry lips
begins to gently blow into the piece
deep bluesy notes echo through alleys
a newly darkened cloud filled sky
Tears begin to roll down his leathery cheeks
as he pushes forward the rusting tin can
with his toeless work boot hoping
his music will open a soul,

Copyright Len Williams Carver 2014
myownheart.me

A NEW DAY


Hearing first the thrumming on the roof
He knew it would rain most of the day
thin strings of water made perchance by 
Spirits as they lowered the bucket 
to wash earth clean of  its multiple sins
Dawn blushes rising as awakened by Sun
Day break whispers in gentle voice
Awake, awake a new day is born
He rolled over to the side of his bed groaning
Reaching for his early morning
leftover wine.